Friends

It was a sweet, almost chaste kiss. Our lips meeting tenderly. Softly. A long overdue expression of the deep love we felt for each other. Lips moving gently together. It lasted longer than I expected. Neither wanted it to end. Don?t get me wrong. It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It was six months ago. At first a lot of flirting, then sexy online kocaeli escort conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life.* Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends who can talk about anything, who share everything. Friends kocaeli escort bayan who cannot wait for the next email or text, who smile in a goofy way when one arrives. Through ups and downs, joys and disappointments, we were friends. And we loved each other. Sure, there were reasons never to have reached that unlikely result. I was old enough to be her father. We were married, although to other people. However, izmit escort we were also a lot alike, subject to the same weaknesses, dealing with the same sources of unhappiness. Struggling with frustrations that seemed mirror images and getting into trouble as a result. We saw each other through our ups and downs. But we did not get into trouble with each other. We were each other?s greatest cheerleader. We wanted all that was good and happy for the other. We cried when the other cried and laughed together. I had a few sleepless nights when I knew she was miserable. Other than a fleeting encounter early in our friendship, we had not spent any time together until three months had passed.