To the man who was my “other man”,
I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. It is the sole reason why I refuse to keep communication between us secretly open even though we have stopped physically cheating on our significant others. It is the reason I was such a bitch the last time we talked and told you to stay away from me. In reality I want the exact opposite but the farther I stay away from you the easier it gets. I also want you to know that my husband knows everything, I told him 2 years ago, and we grew stronger from it. I love my husband deeply and I want to spend the rest of my life with him, but I still miss you so much. I wish there was a way I could have you both. I feel awful for having these feelings. I feel awful for wishing I could have you both to myself. I feel awful because it wouldn’t be fair to you, or to him. But I think it is possible to love two people at one time, and even though I may love him more, I still think about you everyday. So with that said, other man, I love you.
Torn, so so torn.