She
I have waited for that moment all those years. I’ve dreamed of it a hundred times before. There wasn’t fireworks but there were sparks. She stayed beside me and our arms brushed occasionally… and I still have the same feelings as before every time she was near. I have that feeling of wanting to hold and kiss her, to trace my finger on the features of her face… to brush my fingers on her hair.
When I held her hand and planted a kiss on her cheeks, I knew she remembered how we used to be. Two kids and a husband cannot take away the memories.
I have the option now to continue this folly. I can visit there anytime I want or I can stop this and respect the sanctity of their marriage. When she’s with me, it’s so easy to kiss and hold her and I know if she’s around, I may not be able to control myself.
