I have a friend, or rather, already had one. We met when we were 22 years old. Now we are 35 years old.
We dated him (let's call him Alexey) for two and a half years. We never had intimate relations at that time, I did not want to, because as a man, I was not attracted to him. I always called him "Lyosha the Girlfriend" as a joke. We went to the theater, to museums, to the movies, we just hung out. Of course, he liked me and declared his love for me and wanted to marry me. But, as my man, I didn't see him near me. He was very affectionate to me.
Then I met a guy who later became my husband. Lesha took it very hard when I left him. I said a lot of hurtful words to him, just to get him off my back. He still called me all the time when I was already married, and once he came to my house with flowers and cake. It's a good thing my husband wasn't home at the time. He was crying on my mother's shoulder, saying, "How can I live now?
After that he drank heavily and stopped taking care of himself. His mother took him away from Dnieper (he and I lived in Dnieper at that time) to his small town, where he was from. After a while Lesha married a woman with a child from his first marriage. But he still continued to call me from time to time over the past twenty years, sometimes sneaking out of his small town to see me. In those twenty-odd years I managed to get married twice, unsuccessfully. I also had some long-term relationships that didn't work out either.
Lesha and I didn't communicate for a while (I have my life, he has his). He is also married to this woman, they had two more children together. I've changed my place of residence more than once. When one day Lesha called again, he found out that I was divorced. Wanted to meet at a cafe. We met, he also gently held my hand and asked me why I had done that to him back then. I looked at him and thought, "did I really push away my own happiness then," "can a man really love like that all these years?" And then it seemed to me that no one but me had loved me like that all these years.
We broke up. Then some time later he called me and told me that his wife found our correspondence and he deleted me from his phone. I blocked him everywhere too out of harm's way, and we didn't communicate at all for three months until one day he found where I work (I told him roughly). We met, he said he was coming for the third time to find me. We met, he came to my house. I noticed then that he came without flowers and without any cake (in the years of our youth he always brought something). He sat silently beside me for about 30 minutes, and I had to draw out every word. The conversation did not click at all.
Then he came up to me and said he wanted me. I did not resist, I gave myself to him for the first time in more than 20 years. But to say it was tender is nothing to say. He somehow did his thing, got dressed and left, saying, like - "why did we do that?"
I was in shock for two weeks after that. Not a single call from him after that. Now I am calm, but the thought of how I did not recognize this man for over 20 years, does not give me peace. That Lesha and Lesha now - these are two different men.
Or maybe it was just revenge? Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)