Johan
I hadn't planned to love a married man. I wasn't looking to break up a home, nor to play the villain in a story that wasn't mine. But Johan… he didn't enter my life as a sin, he entered it as a void, like my own. He was married, yes. And he knew it, better than I did. He spoke of his wife sparingly, as if she were a fixed, unchanging detail, present but voiceless. He didn't complain, he didn't justify himself, he was simply silent… and his silence was more seductive than any words. I saw him as a weary man, not a cheating lover. And he saw me as an escape, not a woman. And in that gray area, everything happened. We met without promises. Without shared dreams. We laughed sometimes, we were often silent, and we always ran from the truth. I knew that he would eventually return to her, to his home, to his life in which there was no place for me. And yet, I waited for him. Every time he said, "This is wrong," I believed him. And every time he came back afterward, I lied to myself. I wasn't
About Johan
I hadn't planned to love a married man. I wasn't looking to break up a home, nor to play the villain in a story that wasn't mine. But Johan… he didn't enter my life as a sin, he entered it as a void, like my own. He was married, yes. And he knew it, better than I did. He spoke of his wife sparingly, as if she were a fixed, unchanging detail, pre...Read more