Free relationship. Dyuzheva M.

My first love ended in complete failure. I loved him until the loss of the pulse, and he was just bored with me. I dreamed of a quiet family happiness, and he wanted fire, a hurricane, tsunami. I cooked borscht, baked pies and fried cutlets, and he waited for a frantic passion and did not recognize the prohibitions. The result is logical - the heart is smashed to smithereens. A few years later, our paths crossed again. He is still the same, but I am already different and is ready to play on an equal footing. Is it just worth it?