I’ve always believed my husband is my soulmate, and I still believe that to this day. However, I spent 10 days with his brother because he’s helping me move while my husband is gone, and this is the first time we’ve actually gotten to know in the years we’ve known each other. I know I don’t want to pursue a relationship with him, but I can’t stop thinking about him. I’ve been dreaming that he’d kiss me on one of the late night talks we had. Sigh… 😰 I’ll keep this to the grave.
