t going to come out and say it:I cheated.
I cheated on my morals;
I cheated in school and at work;
I cheated emotion;
I cheated fatigue;
I cheated the system.
Faced with temptation and the ability to respond in a way that would yield whatever results I desired, I was a goner long before I made the appointment with a doctor.
As the euphoria and energy of the love affair enraptured me, every trace of hesitation quietly dissolved into the background.
Apathetically, I contemplated a way to end the affair, since it was only a matter of time before the risks grew more substantial. Until, alas, I was caught.
My heart crumpled at the realization I would never again feel such perfection. Had I known the end would come so soon, I would have cherished the final days of my love affair more carefully.
Today, the better half a year later, I think back fondly on my experience.
I long for the confidence I felt. I miss the control granted to me for such a brief period of time, a control I mistakenly thought would last forever.
Given the opportunity to do it all over again, I must confess I would do things differently. Given the opportunity to do it all over again, I wouldn't have allowed the affair to end.
Anonymous,
Chicago, IL
