I have a secret that has been buried deep in my heart since I was 14 years old. This secret is like the thin clothing of my soul, covering up my shame and self-esteem. I couldn't bring myself to say that I was devoted to my mother's husband. At the age of 14, I didn't understand love, but when he came to me, gentle and calm, with a faint smile, and he said hello, I felt like spring breeze.
When I grew up, I loved some people and hurt some people. I was exploring what love was, and I was learning how to love someone normally.
Until another man came to me, undressed my soul, and saw through my shame and cowardice. He smiled brightly, but there was an untouchable indifference and jest in his eyes. My shame had nowhere to hide. He walked towards me, put aside his pride and hesitation, and stretched out his hand to me