I’m married, but I have been in love with my friend’s wife for seven years…since before they met. Thing is, I think that she is actually in love with me too. Told me that she truly wanted to be with me, just as she started seeing my friend (who pretty much looks just like me… think about it like the store was out of Advil, so she settled for the generic ibuprofen. Yeah.) We’ve never acted on the scenario, and have always been faithful to our spouses. We also never speak of it, but when our eyes meet and I drift hopelessly into those indescribable blue-gray wonders, we share a true sense of regret and mourn the loss of what might have been for us. The worst part is that I love my wife very much, and she has been an amazing partner and person who knows me better than anyone and has done everything a perfect spouse would. It’s just such a shame that even though I love her so much, my friend’s wife was/is the true love of my life, and I will never experience a life with her: touch her skin, smell her hair, hold her close while she dreams. We’re just sort of emotionally trapped here, wondering if we truly missed out on our “soulmate” in one another. It’s a living hell, and things will never quite feel right.
