You sit in your living room, tears rolling down your cheeks. The man you loved would never be yours. He was married and he loved his wife more than anything. But anytime he argued with her he would end up in your bed. The glass of wine in your hand did little to stop the emotions you felt. You are perfect in every way his wife fails to be, yet you could never get him to stay. He loved how being with you was not like his old routine with his wife. You’re refreshing and lovely but forever alone.