I so wanted to kiss "The Other" before he left for work today. There we were standing closer than we should have to each other, neither saying the things we were thinking, neither admitting to the desires we longed to express. There were eyes watching, too many young eyes.

The giggles and the lifestyle I have with "The One" is incredible. It would be ultimately perfect if it weren't for my desires. I have everything I ever wanted and then some. I have an easy life an adoring family, a supportive family. Why isn't that enough. Why can I be so happy with them until I am in the presence of "The Other" why does he ruin my perfection?