A Rare Hint of Depth

For what was supposedly love, from the age of seventeen to twenty-seven, ten years of my life amounted to nothing more than that person's wedding.

I thought that without love, I could still strive for the sake of family,

never expecting to meet him, the darling of heaven.

His acceptance, affection, and indulgence...

Could I really have them for myself?

Or was it only a dream, not quite ready to fade?