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 deception 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 between them children suffer.

Ma ei ole teist teed — tee sisemise moraalse koodeksini, kui sa lihtsalt ei saa endale lubada astuda uutesse suhetesse läbi valede, ükskõik kui valusalt süda ka ei valutaks. Sa valid puhtuse ja astud tagasi. Ja siis elu viib teid jälle eri kallastele — seni, kuni te mõlemad olete kasvanud ja saanud tõeliselt vabaks. Mõnikord pärast sellist valu sulgub inimene endasse nii sügavale, et kardab uuesti proovida. Ja mõnikord saatus, oodanud ära puhtuse ja vabaduse tunni, viib kaks kasvanud hinge taas kokku — juba ilma varjuta ja ilma takistusteta.