i fell in love

my name is emma

iam 32 years old

i work in a small office

i have a quiet life

one day a new boss

came to our office

his name is daniel

he is 40 years old

he is kind and

friendly he smiles a

lot

he speaks in a soft voice

he make every one fell happy

at first he was just my boss

i said hello

i smiled i went back to work

but after some time i

started to feel something

i liked talking to him

i liked hearing his voice i felt

warm when he looked at me

he asked me one day

are you okay today

i said yes thank you

but my heart was beating fast

he made me laugh he

remembered small things i said

he stood near me when we talked

i started to think about him

at night

i didn t want to but i couldn t stop

then one day i saw his ring

he is married

my heart felt heavy i was sad

i told my self

you must forget him

but it was too late i

was alerady in love

‎I didn't plan this.

I didn't want this.

But now, I think of him every day.

I smile at him. I talk to him.

But inside, I feel pain.

‎Because I know... He is not mine.

‎Every day I see Daniel at work.

He walks past my desk. He smiles.

He says, "Good morning, Emma.”

‎I smile back and say, "Good morning.

" I try to look normal. But inside, my heart is not quiet.

It is loud. It says, "You love him."

‎He doesn't know my secret. No one knows.

I sit in meetings with him.

He looks at the screen. I look at his face.

‎I try not to stare. But it's hard. His voice is soft.

His words are kind. I feel happy when I hear him talk.

‎One day, he stood close to me. Very close.

He helped me with my computer.

His hand touched mine by mistake.

My heart jumped. My face felt hot. English

‎He said, "Are you okay?" I smiled and said, "Yes." But I was not okay. I wanted to cry.

‎I know this is wrong. He has a wife.

He has a family. He is not free.

‎But love is not always good. Sometimes love hurts.

Sometimes it is quiet. Like mine. A secret love. A silent love.

‎When I go home, I think about him. I sit alone in my room.

I ask myself, "Why do I feel this way?" I don't know the answer.

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‎I only know one thing: I can't stop my heart.

‎One Saturday, I went to the park. I wanted fresh air.

I wanted to clear my mind.

‎

‎I sat on a bench and watched people walk by.

Children played. Dogs ran. The sun was warm.

I closed my eyes for a moment.

‎Then I heard a voice. A voice I knew. Daniel.

I opened my eyes. He was there. Just a few steps away.

But he was not alone.

‎A woman stood next to him. She was smiling.

A little boy ran to them. Then a little girl followed.

‎They laughed together. Daniel picked up the girl and kissed her head.

‎That woman was his wife. Those were his children.

I froze. My heart felt heavy. I could not move.

‎They look so happy. They looked like a perfect family.

He looked different- not like my boss-but like a husband, like a father.

‎

‎He did not see me. I was glad. I turned my face away and looked at the trees. I wanted to cry, but I held the tears inside.

‎I thought, "This is real. He belongs to them. Not to me."

‎I sat there for a long time after they left. I felt empty.

I felt small. I asked myself again, "Why did I fall in love with him?" But there was no answer.

‎I walked home slowly. That night, I didn't eat. I didn't sleep.

‎I just lay in bed and whispered, "Forget him, Emma. Please forget him." But my heart said, "I can't."

‎It was Monday morning. I didn't want to go to work. My heart still felt heavy after seeing Daniel with his family. But I had no choice. I got ready and went to the office.

‎I tried to stay quiet. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to smile. Then Daniel came to my desk.

‎He looked at me and said, "Emma, are you okay today? You look a little sad." I looked down and said, "I'm just tired."

‎He sat beside me. "You're a good person, Emma. You always help others. You're quiet, but strong. You're special."

‎My heart stopped. Special. That word stayed in my head. No one ever called me that before.

‎I smiled, but I was shaking inside. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to say, "I love you." But I didn't. I couldn't.

‎He smiled at me again, then went back to his office. I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, but I couldn't work. My hands were cold. My heart was too full.

‎That night, I stood in front of the mirror. looked at myself and said, I "He thinks I'm special." And then I cried.

‎I cried because I was happy. I cried because I was sad. I cried because I knew he didn't belong to me. And maybe... he never would.

‎One day, after work, Daniel and I stayed late in the office. We were alone.

‎I wanted to say many things, but I was afraid. He looked at me and smiled. "Emma," he said softly, "You are important to me."

‎My heart jumped. I looked at him. I felt scared and happy at the same time.

‎I wanted to ask, do you love me

‎But my mouth was quiet.

‎He spoke again, "I am married, but I like you. You make me feel alive."

‎I felt my eyes fill with tears. I didn't know what to say.

‎He said, "I don't want to hurt my family. But I can't stop thinking about you."

‎I was confused. I was sad. I was full of hope.

‎I wanted to believe he would leave his family for me. But I knew it was not right.

‎I said, "Daniel, I like you too. But you have a family. I don't want to be the reason the pain.

‎He nodded. I understand," he said. We were quiet then. The room felt cold.

‎That moment stayed in my heart. It was both beautiful and painful. I didn't know what the future would bring. But I knew my love was real.

‎After that night, things were different. Daniel and I worked together, but we didn't talk about feelings. We kept a quiet distance.

‎I thought a lot about love and pain. I knew loving a married man was hard. It was full of sadness and secrets.

‎One evening, I sat alone and made a choice. I told myself, "Emma, you must be strong. You must love yourself first."

‎I decided to stop hoping Daniel would leave his family. I decided to live my own life. To find happiness without him.

‎It was not easy. 1 still Sometimes, thought about him. Sometimes, I still felt my heart break.

‎But I learned something important- Love is not just about holding someone. Love is also about letting go.

‎I started to smile again. I started to dream again. I started to love myself.

‎Daniel will always be in my heart. But now, I am free. And I am ready for a new beginning.

‎Dear friends, Thank you for reading and listening to this story.

‎I hope you enjoyed it. Remember, love can be hard, but loving yourself important.

‎Take care of your heart, and believe that happy days will come.

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