…His eyes searched mine, surprised. \u201cDoing what?\u201d he asked softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaking me feel like this,\u201d I whispered, even though I hadn\u2019t meant to say it out loud.<\/p>\n
There was silence between us, heavy and fragile. The trees stood still, as if listening. I turned away, trying to focus on the camera, on anything other than the aching in my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmelia,\u201d David said, his voice low, \u201cI didn\u2019t mean for this to happen. But I can\u2019t help it. Can you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes. I thought of Rob\u2014his kindness, his steadiness, the way he made me feel safe. And I thought of David\u2014the electricity, the rush, the feeling of being alive.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I admitted. \u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t kiss. We didn\u2019t even touch. But in that moment, something passed between us that couldn\u2019t be undone.<\/p>\n
I went home and sat in silence, unsure of everything. I loved Rob. I did. But there was something else pulling at me, something wild and unexplained.<\/p>\n
That night, I lay awake beside my husband, staring at the ceiling. I didn\u2019t know what to do.<\/p>\n
Weeks passed. David and I stopped meeting. I told him I couldn\u2019t anymore, and he understood. But every time I walked past the punch bowl from our wedding\u2014still sitting in a photo on our mantel\u2014I remembered how it all began.<\/p>\n
I stayed with Rob. I chose the safe love, the built love. The one that grew over time.<\/p>\n
But every now and then, I still wonder about the other kind\u2014the instant kind. The kind that crashes in like a wave and never really leaves.<\/p>\n
Maybe in another life, David.<\/p>\n
In this one, I chose what I knew.
And I still wonder if love\u2026 sometimes comes at the wrong time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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