At 40, I agreed to marry a man with a disabled leg. There was no love between us. During our wedding night, I trembled as I lifted the blanket and discovered a sh0cking truth.

My name is Sarah Miller, 40 years old.

My youth gradually faded away in unfinished love affairs – some betrayed me, others saw me as a temporary stop.

Whenever love broke up, my mom looked at me and sighed: “Sarah, maybe it’s time to stop chasing perfection. James next door is a good man. He may walk with a limp, but he has a kind heart.”

Our neighbor James Parker is five years older than me.

He was disabled in his right leg after a car ac:cident at the age of 17.

James lives with his oldmother in a small wooden house in the town of Burlington, Vermont, and works as an electronics and computer repairman.

He is quiet, a bit clumsy, but always smiles gently.

It is rumored that James has liked me for many years, yet he just didn’t dare say it. Continue reading…