And to my husband I say:
I am having an affair.,
And I refuse to apologize for this thing that has made me feel for the first time.
It started intellectually.
I was touched,
I felt a connection on our walks,
every time we went out to coffee or dinner,
and every time I stared into his eyes, I felt it and I was touched.
It then became physical.
He touched me,
And I felt a wave of need come over me.
Every time his skin grazed mine,
and every time he kissed my lips, I felt it and I was touched.
Lastly, it became spiritual.
He was the touch,
And I knew that I could not ever live my life without him.
Every time he left I felt a pang of fear that he was leaving me forever,
Though every time I saw him again, I knew he needed me just as much as I wanted him, and my heart was touched.
I refuse to apologize for what I have done.
I refuse to say that this act of love was a mistake,
And so help me God I will continue to indulge in it each and every day I wake up next to you,
My husband, my lover, my affair from the world.