This time, though, my life wouldn’t include Harvey.
I had to focus on my studies and aim for the school I had always wanted to attend. In my previous life, I had gone to a decent university, but I never made it to the one I truly desired. That regret still lingered, and I didn’t want to carry it into this life.
Harvey and I had grown up together. Our families were close, and it seemed inevitable that we would end up together.
We followed the script, getting married, but it was clear that while Harvey respected me, he didn’t love me. I had always wondered why.
For years, from childhood to adulthood, I loved him deeply. He was always so close, yet so far away.
Then I saw Harvey cheat on me with my own eyes, and I didn’t confront him.
It was then I realized that the always-distant Harvey could also be gentle and tender – for someone else. I watched as he sweetly tucked another woman’s messy hair behind her ear.
She was lively and young, looking fresh out of college, brimming with energy – like a vibrant rose that could scorch anyone who looked at her.
I couldn’t blame Harvey for being drawn to her; even I felt captivated by her charm.