This morning...

...I woke up and stared at the most beautiful section of thigh as it lay
across my lap. Kissed her on her forehead. She whispered, "good morning".
She opened her big green eyes and stared at me. We made love for another
hour. I got ready for work. She made me breakfast. She took a shower. I
watched the news (Larry Potash is about as entertaining as cutting grass
with scissors). She fixed my tie as we boarded the elevator. As we walked
toward the train, I watched the expression on her face as she slid her ring
back on and looked at me. We stood on the platform in total silence as the
train approached. Right before we stepped on the train she grabbed my hand
and squeezed as if she wanted to pull me off and go back to my place. As
before, I knew that she was on the verge tears. Her husband returns tonight
from another out of town engagement and I don't know when we'll see each
other again. As my stop approached, I discreetly grabbed her hand as my way
of letting her know that it will be o.k. As the sound of the train leaving
the station slowly disappeared, I knew that it would be the last time that
I'll would see her on these terms. Not because she hasn't been great, but
because she has been perfect. I did want to love her. I didn't mean to love
her. But I do. So...

This afternoon...

...I met her at lunch, and had to let her go.

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I saw this on craigslist today. There was a thread on what you did this
morning. 99% of what people wrote in was senseless drivel- got coffee,
scratched my self and went to work late. This one seemed like a confession
that he would not be able to make anywhere else. I felt sad and excited
because it seemed like a real person was writing and not some keyboard
jockey looking for a laugh...... Peace.