It is 1 am.
I want him.
My rage has peaked. My sorrow is set. I want him.
There is this man I know. He is not my husband. I am ashamed to say it.
There is this man. He has long dark hair and eyes cast in shadows. I want this man now. It is 1 am and I am tired and burned. I seek to curl up in his arms. I seek him like flame craves dragons breath.
I want this man. He is evasive to me unless I try to find him. This man is no friend of mine, he is no love.
He is what I want and I want him now.
I will go and curl up next to my husband and I will pretend that this night has not been like so many others.
This night of cold again and pain again and loneliness again.
I will go now and lay next to my husband. But inside I will burn for this man I want.
He will never know how much I dream, ache for, love, admire, hope for and crave this man. My husband will never know. Thank God.
Thank God my husband does not know.
Thank God he does not know that he is this man I want.
It is 1 am. I am tired and aching. I want my love.
It is 1 am. I want Brandon.
It is 1 am. I am going upstairs to sleep beside the man of my dreams.
Thank God he knows.