I am a married woman with a wonderful husband and a beautiful little boy. My life is amazing. About ten years ago, I met and befriended a great guy named Oliver. We never made a serious relationship out of our friendship. I was attracted to him, and I eventually found out he felt the same way. We only kissed and talked about our futures, but never solidified anything between us. After about ten months of being friends, I moved away, and we never talked or kept in touch again. That is, until a few years ago when I began having recurring dreams of him and felt the strong need to try and find him. After eight months of searching, I found him. He isn't far from where I first met him, and he is also married with a little son as well. We expressed the love we had for each other back then and talked about what really happened. We were young, senseless, and scared. We never had the boldness to be real about our wants and were too afraid of rejection. I still do love him deeply, but I don't think we will ever be together. I miss him so much. We also both love our spouses and children and don't want them to be affected in any way by our love for each other. This is a forbidden love that we will die keeping a secret. I love you Oliver. I always will. And I know you feel the same way, too.
— Lacy, 35