... It Wasn't Meant To Be ...

I... I shouldn't even be telling this to anyone. But it's been eating at me for weeks now. After the divorce... everything felt so lost, you know? And then one night, I was just sitting in my apartment, feeling all alone and sad... and this girl moved into the building next door. She's a bit older than me, late twenties, but she's beautiful and she seems to understand things that others don't. We started talking over coffee at this little café around the corner from our apartments. It got... intense very fast between us. There was something about the way we looked at each other... it wasn't just physical attraction; it felt deeper, more spiritual even. And then one night, after weeks of getting to know her and becoming close friends in a way... she invited me over for wine and conversation. And it all spiraled from there. We kissed, long and passionate kisses... and before I knew it, we were making love on her couch, both of us crying out as the passion took over. The next day, I woke up alone, feeling guilty and ashamed....