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In April 2023, I left my job in Singapore and moved to Malaysia to join my dad’s company as an HR personnel. At that time, I was in a three-year relationship with my Singaporean boyfriend. We cared about each other, but our relationship had been struggling, especially when it came to marriage matters and our future together. That was when I met someone at work. He was the Group General Manager, older than me, confident, intelligent, and easy to talk to. He was previously based in Perth and now in Malaysia working due to family reasons. For the first time in a long while, I felt understood. We could talk for hours about anything and everything. I remember thinking to myself, “If only he were my boyfriend.” Then I found out he was married with a child. We both knew where the boundaries were supposed to be. Yet somehow, we became part of each other’s daily lives. Every morning, he would text me. We shared our thoughts, our frustrations, and the little details of our days. He even bought me flowers despite being allergic to them. Things became complicated when his wife discovered my existence. She texted me and said she is ok with separating her husband as she never had loved him. The only reason why they got together was because she wanted a kid. My father found out about our situation and fired him from the company. Not long after, I resigned and returned to Singapore. We stopped talking. But I couldn’t let go. I tried reaching out. I even flew to Perth hoping to find him. For seven months, there was only silence. Then one day, he texted back. After that, he would appear and disappear from my life without warning. In November 2025, he reached out to me again and asked if I was single. By then, I was already married. My husband is a genuinely good man. He loves me, supports me, and has given me everything I could ask for in a partner. Yet there are moments when I feel guilty because a part of my heart still remembers someone else. The hardest truth I’ve had to accept is that love is not always about who we end up with. Sometimes the people who leave the deepest mark on our lives are the ones we never truly had. I don’t know whether what I felt was love, timing, obsession, unfinished business, or simply the longing for someone who made me feel seen. What I do know is that some stories never really end. We just learn how to live with them.