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We had a connection that echoed in the physical. But it was more than that. I saw it in your eyes when we stopped kissing and you reached over to grab my hand lovingly. I just met you, but you showed me a glimpse of what I could have with my husband. But your desire for me blurred my feelings. 

It was actually good that you monopolized the conversation during our lunch date because if you really got to know me you would have fallen head over heels like my husband had and would have made this more difficult. 

I could have met anyone but God led me to you so we could show each other what was missing. Not sex. Love. A deep love that could face issues like we were experiencing. Intimacy that allowed us to be open with our hearts and bodies.

I was so busy looking through the lens of my pain that I didn't understand why you not only flat-out rejected me, you cut off all contact. You needed a clean break. You needed to work on your relationship and couldn't do that with me still in the sidelines.

You threw away a great woman in favor of a toxic environment; it was the worst decision of your life and the best decision of mine. Because what I have at home will never compare with what you would give me.