Love is love.
Right?
Even in adultery.
But then I doubted everything.
Was this real?
Or just limerence?
Maybe it was meant to be an affair. A memorable one, even. But just an affair.
Was it more? Would it ever be more?
Was “real” love even possible in an affair?
I honestly didn’t think I knew what love was. A long and l…
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