I was reminiscing today about a short-lived affair I had back in my 20s. There was never any question of him leaving his wife but we had a great time and did love each other. I know, I know, at this point, out will come all the MN serpents who will attack me but just read.
30 years on, we are still good friends and meet up occasionally. Nothing at all sexual between us, not even a kiss or hug when we meet, and that's fine. He became a good friend of my parents and was there when they both died, coming to the funerals and being generally supportive. My mother actually asked him to look after me before she died as she liked him so much. Strangely, I would probably trust him to look out for me more than anyone.
What do others think?