I fell in love with a perfect man many years ago. He was beautiful, intelligent, philanthropic, he loved all music to include hip-hop, he loved everything about me and who I was as a person. One problem. He was married.
“If he was spending time with me, he certainly wasn’t spending it with his pregnant wife.”
Now, I knew him and fell in love with him before he was even married. But at that time I was unavailable because I was dating a friend of his. When I finally became single he was married. Anyone with a moral compass that works would know to leave it completely alone— but I got as close to the fine line as possible.
We emailed everyday. He sent me newspaper clippings from the New York Times about things that were going on in the world. We’d have lengthy email discussions about every topic under the sun from politics to philanthropy. I’d share my writings with him and he loved them. I told myself that all this communication with him was harmless since we weren’t doing anything physical.


















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