The man I love is too old for me and married. I have loved him for years and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get over him. I just want more of him, I crave his presences, his words, his touch, and all of of him, but it is to never be. And with each word exchange from our lips and each glance made from across the room, I find myself falling again until the endless pit of lust. What great lengths I would go for a man who loves another. Oh, how I wish I was her, the mother of his children and the guardian of his heart.