I’d been talking to him for weeks on the computer,having conversations that I’d longed for in awhile. But I still couldn’t believe what I was doing.
He even called me once and the silence was comfortable as well. Things seemed like they used to be. I didn’t think, at first.
Finally, he told me what I suspected all along: He was still in love with me. Then he asked if he could see me.
I didn’t answer for a long time. I even walked away from the computer to think if I really wanted him back.
Did I want the uncertainty of faithfulness? The shelling out of money to support him as he pursued his “dream?” The shunning by my family? The ruining of my life?
I told him I couldn’t do this. I have a husband and a life. I was happy. I couldn’t talk to him anymore.
I closed the laptop just in time for my husband to enter the apartment. He rushed over and kissed me. I kissed him back, hard.
“Let’s go make love,” I whispered.