I am a regular. Namechanged.
I am happily married, I love my husband, we have been together over 15 years and have children. I know he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, and even typing this I am cringing in embarassment and guilt.
Because, back there, in the recesses of my mind, is someone else. The person I was with over 20 years ago. The person I also still love, although I know it is just the memories that I love. I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with my husband. But.
The other person gave so much of himself to me, and I to him, at a time in both our lives when anything longstanding would have been impossible. It was, literally, perfect days. (sheesh, am sounding like bloody Meryl Streep doing Bridges of Madison County here)
I was living in a different place then, (physically, I mean, as well as emotionally) I loved the town I was living in, and have always told my husband that one day I'd love to take him there, because I think he'd love it too, and because to truly know me, you have to know this place.
Yes, I've looked on Facebook. He isn't there. I wouldn't contact him if he were, that's not what I do, it's not what I want to do.
I guess I just want to acknowledge that I have loved before, and I still do.
Bleargh. I don't even know why I'm writing this down. I suppose I have been lucky to have had 2 such wonderful men in my life.
Thank you for listening.