A story that was told to me over lunch
I have known him for many many moons. We started out very quickly as lovers, then we became friends. It was a natural transition. We never fought, never had any problems. Never ever. Sometimes I saw him and sometimes I did not. We tried to have lunch or dinners sometimes when we could not physically get together. He was a lot younger than I. He is a professor's son. He's married. But no children.
I sometimes saw him more frequently than others. He was always busy, with lives and with work. Sometimes he traveled. When we couldn't get together for pleasure, we had lunches or dinners, we tried to see each other once a week if we could, but it was not mandated. He was no longer a lover or someone I feel lust over, but I adored him and I liked the way he interacted with me. He was calm, and not finicky. I had gone to hotels with him, his house when his wife was not around. I even hosted at my place when my husband was not around. When I broke up with my boyfriend, I told him just enough details so that he knew that he was not the only man I was sleeping with, but I never told him the details. He knew that I was active and he knew that I did not want too much of him in my life.
I liked the way he treated me. We were like partners. I would be just happy if I had married him and I think he'd feel the same.
He was my second-husband.
I think one day I would be gone and he would be gone, but it would not be anytime soon.
Perhaps that's what love really was. I had never intended to love him. But I knew that he was an important part of my life.
I would be there for him always.
I am his friend.
I have known him for many many moons. We started out very quickly as lovers, then we became friends. It was a natural transition. We never fought, never had any problems. Never ever. Sometimes I saw him and sometimes I did not. We tried to have lunch or dinners sometimes when we could not physically get together. He was a lot younger than I. He is a professor's son. He's married. But no children.
I sometimes saw him more frequently than others. He was always busy, with lives and with work. Sometimes he traveled. When we couldn't get together for pleasure, we had lunches or dinners, we tried to see each other once a week if we could, but it was not mandated. He was no longer a lover or someone I feel lust over, but I adored him and I liked the way he interacted with me. He was calm, and not finicky. I had gone to hotels with him, his house when his wife was not around. I even hosted at my place when my husband was not around. When I broke up with my boyfriend, I told him just enough details so that he knew that he was not the only man I was sleeping with, but I never told him the details. He knew that I was active and he knew that I did not want too much of him in my life.
I liked the way he treated me. We were like partners. I would be just happy if I had married him and I think he'd feel the same.
He was my second-husband.
I think one day I would be gone and he would be gone, but it would not be anytime soon.
Perhaps that's what love really was. I had never intended to love him. But I knew that he was an important part of my life.
I would be there for him always.
I am his friend.
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