My relationship with my childhood friend's husband has already lasted for many years, and our marriage has endured for just as long. Our child has grown up and gradually left the nest. Had my husband come to see me only as a mother or a housekeeper? I had almost forgotten what it meant to be seen as a woman. Then one day, an old classmate reached out to me. Still single, I invited him over to talk. As we conversed, he took my hand in his and confessed that he'd always loved me. It had been decades since I'd last heard those words. I tried to brush it off with embarrassment, but he locked eyes with me and told me again—he loved me. In that moment, something warm stirred deep within my heart...