Willow slipped into her car and glanced at Harold in the rearview mirror. He was watching her from the sidewalk, his gaze lingering even as she drove away.
After some time on the road, Willow glanced at Harold's neatly folded clothes on the passenger seat. It was a quiet reminder of his presence.
Her heart had fluttered for him, ever since that night he’d tenderly bought her feminine hygiene products. But she was acutely aware of their age difference. If she were to start a relationship with him, she knew they’d face disapproving stares and endless gossip. So she distanced herself, convinced he deserved someone younger, someone as vibrant as he was.
Initially, she thought it was just a game for him, and she tried to believe the same. But Willow knew the pain of parting, especially when beauty fades and Harold would still be in his prime. The thought of enduring such heartache was unbearable.
Resolved and heart-sore, Willow decided to cut ties with Harold. Things would go back to the way they were before, or so she told herself.
But she didn’t realize that everything had already changed. Harold had found a place in her heart, and she in his. They were entrenched in each other’s lives.
Earlier, her daughter Victoria had called, complaining about the lackluster match Willow had introduced her to.
“Darling, isn’t it much better to be with someone who loves you than to pine for someone you love? If you’re deeply in love with him and he changes his heart, how will you bear it? If he loves you, your heart won’t have to endure so much,” Willow had advised.
“But mom... being with someone you don't love... it's just really hard,” Victoria had replied.
Willow hadn’t always been so adamant. She had always embraced the idea of finding someone she loved, convinced it was the only path to true happiness. With her husband, it was him who adored her deeply, taking care of the cooking, the laundry, pampering her to the point where she didn’t lift a finger at home. She had taken his devotion for granted, treating it as her due.
She had never truly known what it was like to be head over heels for someone. Now that she did, the heartache was unbearable, and it softened her tone when advising her daughter.
Harold had her heart in knots, causing her sleepless nights whenever he was away. But she was determined to end whatever was between them.
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