Books often reflect reality, and I enjoy immersing myself in one, two, or even three at a time, allowing me to experience the characters’ journeys while escaping the chaos of real life.
Currently, I am reading a book that is puzzling me; I’m still in chapter three.
The main character is a fascinating enigma. My feelings towards her oscillate between admiration and frustration. As I navigate through the intricate storyline—still only in chapter three—I can’t help but feel drawn into her journey. She embarked on a quest for answers, seeking guidance from a man whose charisma proved irresistible. In her pursuit, she uncovered a fragment of the truth, but the deeper answers still elude me, and arguably, her as well.
Her heart remains tangled in affection for him, convinced he might be the person she has always envisioned. However, a cloud of reality hangs over her; he is entrenched in a long-standing relationship and appears to be living a blissful life with his woman. This conflict adds layers to her character, making me empathize with her struggle and question her choices.
What I admire most about her is the graceful way she conceals her emotions in his presence. She maintains a poised and professional demeanor, treating him with the utmost respect in every interaction. In that moment, there is no need for her to reveal her true feelings or to seek answers beyond the routine questions about the program of study. For now, a platonic friendship seems to be the right path. Yet, beneath her composed exterior, her heart burned with a quiet intensity, filled with love and longing for him that she couldn’t and will not express.
To be continued…
Carolina Mom 