Still Thinking About You, Stephanie

I do love you, it's just that you've always been with him, and it hurts.  Knowing that you're with someone else, I try not to get attached, but I get attached anyway, and then you just go back to him, and it hurts like hell.  Now you're married to the guy, what'dja have to go and do a thing like that for, obviously there was something about the guy you liked, he was probably just a good, strong cock to sit on and you guys' relationship was primarily if not solely about sex.  Now you're obviously unhappily married, sex has fizzled, you realize you have nothing to talk about, so you're bored as hell and looking to stray.  I say this because you kissed me and told me you love me, the first day after we hadn't seen each other for 9 years!  You're married dear, and I don't want to be a guy you're cheating on your husband with, maybe one of several guys, using you like a slut whore, satisfying all of your sexual desires as well as my own, then handing you back to your hopefully unaware husband after a shower like nothing happened and hope he doesn't show up on my front doorstep with a gun pointed at my head.  Why can't this be clean?  Make a clean break!  Don't cheat!  If you're unhappy in your marriage, get divorced, and then we'll talk, I'd love to really be with you.  Until then, I'll be your friend, but anything more than that is just too painful.  Meanwhile, while I still find you adorable, sexy as hell and a delightful, amusing person to be around, I'm looking elsewhere.  I can't go my whole life hoping to catch you between men.  Had to get these thoughts down in print so I could make sense of them.