I met you… four years ago now? And I felt something for you I hadn’t felt in years. You’re older than me. Married. Children. Yet within months we were close friends – you are fascinating. Gorgeous. You smile and laugh and it makes a room radiate with your presence.
But we’re *both* married. I’ve done the math. If I confess to you for real, I ruin at least 2 lives and maybe 4, if you feel the same way, and I think that you do. We will never say our feelings out loud. This is as close as we can ever be.