Wrong Story. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Working on the same factory, eight hours at day with not much to gain it was on December, I think on the last days of the month is when this wrong story begin.
She was a married woman with a simple life, three kids and a working husband, her life wasn’t that much different from all the other families, I mean but hers was missing something.
Me! I was always careless about anything that happen into my life and this job wasn’t any different from all the jobs before, well I talk to her just by looking at her and nothing else, until her friend Rosa begin to fulfill her mind and my mind with nonsense stuff.
Until one day she calls me up to ask me out to go out to the movies an excuse to get out from her hell, so my phone ring about eight pm and it was her, asking me if I really want to do this! Like she was asking for help to escape from the hell that she was living at time.
So we went to the movies and then something happen, my attraction for her begin in some type of way, that I can’t explain, after a month this became an affair call her every time that I could to lust after her, like I didn’t care about her but I did.
So the months pass by and this bond begin to get strong and in December twenty first, I send it yellow flowers on her birthday, now this story had end but her inspiration and memories still inside of me a story that didn’t meant to be at all.
This story happen between
December 05-december06