Marriage was in stagnant water until I met him in the systems department.
He is 24 years old, enthusiastic and cheerful, responsible for maintenance and hardware;
I'm 42 years old, a dispatch programmer, married with two kids.
We share the same table, cooperate, remain silent, and test each other. From our eyes to our occasional touches, we are like twin flames arranged by fate.
This is a story about ambiguity, pull and self-redemption.
Purpose: When people reach middle age, they still have the right to feel their heartbeat and be seen.