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So there we were in the hallway of your flat, me leaning on the door frame to your living room and you leaning on the door frame to the bedroom. You say to me that sometimes you think I say things that imply I want to cheat on my husband and that you don’t think I want to imply that.
I take a deep breath and say that sometimes I *do* want to imply that but I don’t really want to do it. It would destroy my life and all I hold dear. We then both agree that my husband is great because he is.
You try to give me tips on how to flirt with you less. I say I think it is a lost cause as I just am that way with everyone and that you are not really an exception. This is a lie. I flirt more with you because you flirt with me. I don’t let anyone other than my husband guide me across the road with one hand on my lower back. Or at least I did not until I met you.
I realise with unnerving certainty that if I walked across to you right now and kissed you that we would then move into your bedroom and things would keep going and the thing I just said would never happen would happen. I realise now that it would be that easy and it terrifies me.
Instead I ask to use your bathroom. We hug as we leave and reaffirm that we are friends; really good friends but nothing more.
The following day I see you when I am out with my husband. I allude to us being alone in your flat. You point out that we were just talking and technically that is true. In reality it is so much more complicated than that.
I decide not to see you for a while. I decide stepping back is the best step.
The following day my husband says he does not like what I have with you. I understand why he feels this way but don’t want to lose you as you are, despite all of this, one of my closest friends right now. I might have to lose you though. He comes first. I chose him and I choose him again today and every day. I do not want that to mean I lose you but that is part of that choice. I look for loopholes; there are no loopholes. I don’t want to choose but sometimes you have to, that is part of taking responsibility for your life.
I keep swearing under my breath. I keep wanting this to not be happening but it is. But I know I did not walk across your hallway and I know I never will.