Yes, I saw you staring at me at our kids' Christmas concert. And I saw you point to your eyes and then at me to make sure I knew you were looking at me.
I ignored you because you are 31, hot as hell, divorced, and we live in a village of just 5,000 people. Even though you're in at least 40% of my sexual fantasies, you're still not worth throwing my life away for.
you asked me once if I was willing to throw it all away, for you.
I told you that I wasn't. That was in part a lie. For me I would...I would do it in a second.
But for them I can not, not ever. I would be afraid to even toe that line because I wouldn't want to go back to the way it was after.
I hope you understand, but I also hope that you never totally move on, even though its selfish of me to feel that way.