Could today have gotten worse? Thanks for inviting me to have a nice goodbye meal, knowing that its probably our last. I am feeling heartaches to say good bye to you, even though I don't know what category you are in. Are you my coworker? my friend? My married fantasy lover that never would cheat on his wife? I think about you everyday and am terrified that it will be that way for the rest of my life, a staggering longing that cannot be fulfilled. I can pick up a new hobby or a new flirtation, but you are once in a blue moon for me. Its always good to hear from you, but I'm afraid I'll stay obsessed if I do. So please don't contact me and I won't contact you. I have no idea if you know what you do for me. What married woman clings to such an unavailable man? Have you ever seen a movie like that?

Please don't tell anyone about my story, especially what I shared with you today about my younger life.

I’m sure you’ll tell me to relax, to drink wine, to move on. I’m sure I’m projecting needs onto you that are totally irrelevant to your needs. I’m sorry.