Eight years ago, in a foreign country, I met someone who was so different from what I was used to.
It was brief but intense. At least, to me, it was. Then I had to leave.
We still kept in touch. Eventually he just became that one person I used to know. Said hi to from time to time. We're now, at most, almost friends. Most of the times, I laugh at myself for being so dumb and crazy infatuated that time. But sometimes...
I am in a very loving, but sexless marriage.
Sometimes I think of going away somewhere, meeting him, sometimes I relive it in my memories.
Am I a horrible person?