persetan

touche, sir.

 

let me re-assess my feelings for her when i see her again this new year.

last saw her around 2nd week of December.

also minimized my text exchanges with her.

 

the long holidays allowed me to spend more quality time with the children.

that felt good.

 

we'll see what happens. i'm sure it will be for the best.

 

thanks again for your inputs.

they are much appreciated.

If I may comment sir, just my honest opinion on this.

Ask yourself as well, would you staying with her make her feel better? Knowing she has broken up a family and left your kids without a father? I know we are very sure of our commitment especially when guys always confuse lust, love and infatuation and use it in the same sentence incorrectly. The guilt will always be there for you, but are you willing to subject her to a heavier burden that that you are carrying?

Women work on a very different framework than men, and mostly are very caught up with how they look to everyone. A person who will never be accepted by your family, will never be the wife or mother she had hoped to be and was raised to adore, to always be recognized as "that girl i got in that MP", could you subject her to that kind of life? Can you really say you love her if you condemn her to that for the rest of her life? We always think inwardly, but other people matter too.

Sorry to be so negative, I just thought that the other point of view is significant as well. I'm married as well, and I can relate to this feeling because emotions happen even when only lust was present in the beginning. But if I was to meet my "life-breaker" so to speak, I would wish she had a better life than sticking with me if I truly was in love with her. I know she deserves a better man, and a better new beginning. If it was truly meant to be, there is no stopping it from happening. But you would have to step aside and let the chips fall as they may, and not force your hand on someone else.

I wish you the best bro, Happy New Year!

When I look at you, I see beauty so heart-breaking it reminds me how much of a little kid I still am. Making you smile or laugh, or simply smelling your hair, it hurts me when I have to let go. We talk about physical pain jokingly when I move slowly, but the real physical pain is keeping myself from touching you...from feeling anything, from keeping my feelings balled up.

I become so aware now of how to stop, how to keep from falling. How to stop staring...how to let go of your hand when I hold it. In the end, you go home to him...and I go home to her. But the few times that we are together, the space again becomes magnetic. I hope you never kiss me anymore, because it gets painful when I turn away. Even more painful when I see your smile, your understanding, your acceptance. That some things can never be...but we hope for the impossible...that maybe pigs can fly or something.

But I go home, and I am in love. And so are you...and nothing else matters again