Confession from a Barista's Late Night

I recently began a fling with one of my regular customers. He’s in his early forties, and we’ve been meeting secretly at a secluded spot near the coffee shop after our shifts end. We've been seeing each other for about three weeks now, which feels like an eternity compared to the rest of my life that's so routine. I’m married, with two kids, and we live a very stable but uneventful life together. This affair has me questioning everything, the excitement, the spontaneity, it’s all such a stark contrast from my mundane daily existence. What drives us to crave something different? Is it the thrill of the forbidden? The anonymity of being strangers outside our secret rendezvous points? I find myself analyzing every detail of these encounters as if they're part of an intricate puzzle, trying to understand why this feels so right but so wrong at the same time.