I’m in love with another man. My fiancé doesn’t know because he doesn’t even know me. Yet, I feel comfortable enough in this life, as I am drinking wine in an air-conditioned room, to stay despite the longing in my heart. He is here, and I long to see him. To touch him, to hear his wise words. I may never see him, ever again. He has reached out to me, my true love, but I choose to stay here in relative security. For this choice, I hate myself, at this one moment. Maybe I will regret ignoring him for the rest of my life. Or hopefully, he will never give up on me.