A Secret Late Night Tryst

I never thought I'd be writing this. I'm a grad-school dropout, mostly because I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was going in the wrong direction after all the excitement and experimentation with my open relationship started fading away. It's been six months since we decided to be non-monogamous, but lately, every new encounter feels like a reminder of what's missing between us. Last night, though, I had a late-night tryst with someone unexpected, a former classmate from grad school who I always secretly admired. We ended up at his place after hours of talking and reminiscing about our shared past, and it wasn't just the nostalgia that made my heart race. The connection was electric, but so was the guilt. Despite everything, as we lay there in the early morning light, all I could think about was how much I wished this person had been my first choice for us to explore a non-monogamous relationship with. It felt real and right, more than anything else ever has.