After four long days of not seeing each other, we were so parched we went out every day. For three consecutive trysts, I still couldn’t seem to get enough of us spending time together. I went home just this morning and still I keep longing to be with him. I was about to text him I wanted to see him again tonight. And then he texted saying he and family will be up in their farm. My whole life sank, got depressed, struggled against it, and ended up doing something silly with myself.

This is one of the downfalls of this kind of relationship. He cannot be there for me anytime I want him. Not to mention the stabbing pain in the heart knowing he’s with his family. I want to take the place of his wife. I’m almost sure I can do much, much better. Loving someone bad enough is not guarantee you would know just the right thing to do to make him happy. It would also require a lot of creativity and feistiness to get things going, each in their matchless excitement. I can give him that. And more…

If only he’s there all the time…