A letter about the purity of the code, when the heart meets "The One" too late

There is nothing more painful than the moment when you live in an unconscious marriage hanging by a thread, enduring with your last strength — and suddenly a person appears on your path, and with all your soul you understand: he is the one. This is a trial in which the entire depth of human honor is tested.

Someone in that second surrenders to weakness, resorts to deceit and betrayal, defiling both their current home and the new bright feeling. The outcome of such a step is always terrible: people who once shared one bed break each other's hearts and turn into merciless enemies, ready to tear each other apart, and the children suffer between them.

Ma ei ha sempər via — via de intern moral kodex, kand tu simplicmen non posse permitter a te self far un pass in nov relationes tra un mentita, quam fortmen li corde dole. Tu electe li puritá e retira. E tande li vive denov separa vos a diferent rives — til que ambi de vos cresce e deveni vermen liber. A vezes, pos tal dolore, un person clude se in se self tam profundmen que il time provar denov. E a vezes li destin, pos atender li hora de puritá e libertá, junta denov du crescut animas — ja sin ombre e sin obstacules.