I have an unhealthy obsession with a woman I met 35 years ago. I’m happily married (28 years in a few months) but I think about this woman.

* * * Every. Single. Day. * * *

I never told her how I felt because I was scared of what might happen if I told her and she didn’t feel the same way. She told me (many, many years later) that she had feelings for me as well. I kick myself every day for being such a stupid, clueless young man.