There was a man who was only one year older than me. He was married. I liked him. I’ve always despised people who advance on others who are taken. So I admired him from afar. I thought that would be okay.
Then he showed interest in me. He flirted. He held me. He kissed me. He said that he liked me. That he wanted to be with me. It was so difficult to push him away. To tell him no. To remind him that he has a wife. The more I was around him, the more I wanted to stay with him. So I stopped telling him no. We enjoyed each other. We spent much time together. We held each other in dark rooms, told each other secrets, and had no regrets. On the last night that we saw each other, we had sex. We made love until dawn. And then we parted ways. I shall never see him again. Read the rest of this entry »