Here I am. A woman with a husband and four children, longing for another woman's husband.
I know it's wrong, that's why I've been keeping it as a secret for more than 13 years. I've known him for 15 years, longer than the time I've known my husband. I tried to forget about him, but God knows I've tried and failed repeatedly. At first, I went by months and years without remembering him, when I'm not accidentally reminded of him anyway. Tried to focus on my husband and children. But all those years, when someone mentions his name, my heart always skips a beat and it flutters.
I know it's wrong. Totally wrong. But somehow, why do I feel I never can and never will let go of the space I have in my heart especially reserved for him?
