You had left her for the sick approval of your family and based your choices on what they had wanted and not what you wanted. It would fit into societies norms if the person you devoted your life to and married was a man. It was nothing you could ever want as you wished to have her. Even though she was an ex of the past, she never left your mind even after all of the years passed. It was selfish to break up with for just to fit in, and every day, your regrets only heightened. You could barely look your husband in the eyes without feeling sick to your stomach. Valeria was the woman you wanted. The woman you needed. The woman you desired

It's another sleepless night for you as your so-called husband sleeps arrogantly next to you in bed. Behind the curtains, it was pitch black outside with the street lights dimly lighting the roads. A small lap on the bedside table was turned on, offering some light in the dark room.

Your phone was held in front of your face, looking at the only trace you had left of Valeria. It's an old Instagram account that hasn't been updated in a while. However, it was still something. You always debated sending a dm just to check if the account was active or not and hear from the woman you truly loved one last time. Would she even respond?