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... me that he has known all along that I had feelings for him. I guess I could have denied it and let him know that he is wrong, but what did it matter. I would be lying, and he was to smart to figure it out. He also tells me that he always had feelings for me but was to afraid to pursue them. I nod understanding his situation. I tell him I am not angry with him, and even though I have moved on with my life, I will always feel something for him. He then looks me in the eyes and says, "Would it be possible if I could kiss you? I won't be upset if you tell me no." I let him know it's alright. Secretly, I have been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it was finally here. I take a deep breath. He leans in. I do as well. Our lips touch and I feel sparks. The kiss starts out slowly at first, but deepens. After what seems like an eternity, we finally break apart. He apologizes, but I tell him it's okay. We kiss again. He then asks me if I would like to go back to his place. I am tempted thinking back to the horoscope I have read earlier, but I know it is only myself that can change the part of no turning back. Even though I enjoyed what happened in the previous moment, I start to think of my husband and what he could be doing this very moment. I tell him, even though I would very much like to spend the night with him, the timing just isn't right. He asks me why, and I tell him that I still love my husband. He tells me he understands, but I can see a tiny look of disapointment ...

... on his face. I feel bad, but I know it's for the best if we don't take things any further. He tells me that it is getting late and he should be going. I decide to leave as well. I walk over to tell my friend. She tries to convince me to stay, but I have so many emotions running through me I feel it's best to leave. We hug goodbye. I walk to the door. He is waiting for me. He insists on walking me to my car. I accept, because deep down I am afraid of being alone. We walk outside and across the street to my car. He holds my hand, and I feel safe and secure. We stand by my car, and he asks me again. I really want to, but it just isn't right. I shake my head no, and tell him I want to wait and see if things will work out with my husband. We both agreee that if they don't, then we will get together. We say our goodbyes. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me. He lets go, and his lips escape mine. He walks away. I watch him until he is out of sight. I get into my car and drive home. All I can do is think of him, and what could of been. I have come to the conclusion that I will probably never see him again. I drive home with mixed emotions. I'm relieved that I didn't go any further, but disapointed as well. I don't know if I am disapointed for letting myself get caught up in the moment, or for the fact I kissed another man. I try to remind myself that since my husband and I decided to take a break, then it's alright. I look down at my wedding ring that is still on my left hand, ...