Secret Love

When I first saw Aneta, I was captivated by her beauty. I never would have believed that I would meet someone like her in my lifetime. That such a woman would even notice me and that I would catch her eye. But it all started that day, several years ago, when she came to me with a black hat in her hand and asked if I would contribute to the school leavers' fund. My secret love found me on her own after fourteen years, and I didn't resist her presence at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. I grew far too fond of her to let her go and be able to forget her. But in our case, it's impossible to forget the moments we shared. It is very difficult to distinguish between what is infidelity and what is pure love. Or are there circumstances where an excuse can be found for infidelity itself?