Ten Heartaches

It was only in the fifth year of marriage that I realized that I had fallen in love with the wrong person. A relationship that was full of exhaustion, loss, and despair, struggling time and time again, and redeeming it time and time again, in the end, was paid for wrongly. The so-called tolerance is just indulgence, and the so-called understanding is just compromise. Do you still want this kind of love? How long will it take for my heart to hurt?