I like someone else. I’ve never acted on it, and I never will – not only because I will remain loyal, but because he is inaccessible. Married. But his smile, his hug – the one hug. I almost want him as much as I wanted you at first. I feel like a melodramatic p************. Cliche. Ludicrous. Unloyal. I still love you, so so much. I don’t know what to do. Everything feels wrong and right at the same time. Please forgive me. I’ll repent.
