Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Though I was not in her shoes, I could tell Sylvia was suffering. I felt helpless watching her state.

I sighed. "If you can't handle alcohol, you shouldn't drink so much. You're only hurting yourself. You're old enough to know better than this."

Sylvia remained silent, hanging her head low to manage her discomfort. I went outside to buy her a bottle of water.

When I returned, I found her slumped against the wall, seemingly asleep with her eyes closed and completely still. I approached and gently nudged her, but got no response.

Just as I was about to lift her, she awakened and wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with a longing gaze. "Hudson, do you like me?"

Sylvia was genuinely wonderful. She was beautiful, competent at her job, and kind to others. However, I could not quite define my feelings for her. I did not dislike her company-in fact, I found peace and comfort in our time together and sometimes wished things could stay just as they were.

Yet, when it came to actual dating, I was not ready to start a new relationship. I could not clearly describe my feelings for her, so I remained silent in response to her question.

The question felt too heavy, and I could not give an answer lightly. I liked how things were and did not want to risk changing them.

Seeing my silence, Sylvia smiled with tears in her eyes, looking hurt. "Whether you're divorced or not doesn't matter to me because your relationship with Selena is beyond repair, isn't it?"

Sylvia was right. My relationship with Selena seemed irreparable. In all this time, Selena had not tried to contact me or sent any messages. It was as if she had vanished from my world.

I closed my eyes, trying to suppress my sadness. However, my reaction only made Sylvia grow more frustrated.

"Hudson, you're a grown man. Why can't you be braver? You're stuck in the past, avoiding the future, and refusing to let go. How can you ever be happy like this?"

I understood Sylvia's point and admitted she was right. Yes, I was being a coward and avoiding any discussion of the past.

I was afraid to have any contact with Selena, fearing I might give in to the

temptation of getting back together with her. Yet at the same time, I wanted to maintain my dignity as a man.noveldrama

As I looked at Sylvia's face, realization suddenly dawned on me. I said, "Sylvia, I'll take your advice. Let's give us a try."

They said the best way to heal a broken heart was to open yourself up to something new-to use the joy of a new love to fade the memories of the old one.

Love would never truly disappear, but maybe it could be redirected.