People are talkin'....talkin' 'bout people....they think we're lovers...

I can no longer deny what has been speculated for a weeks.

 

I am in love with someone other than my husband.

 

I'm sure it's love...

 

I get excited when I get my one-on-one time.

 

I look forward to every appointment.

 

I don't touch him, I caress him.

 

I go to sleep thinking about him.

 

I wake up thinking about him.

 

I wonder how the world ever went without him.

 

I sing his praises to my friends. "You need to go get your own. Right now!"

 

I get sick to my stomach with worry when I miss a meeting.

 

I fear that I'm not sufficiently showing my love and adoration.

 

I am constantly thinking of ways to enhance our relationship.

 

Like all love affairs, it is fun while it is happening, but it is a terrible mess to clean up.

 

Unfortunately, he's not mine. He belongs to another woman.

 

We will never be one. We can never truly be together.

 

It was only a matter of time before my secret love affair was exposed.

 

It's true...

 

 

 

 

I love him.

 

I love his juicer.

 

 

 

  

One day, when I grow up, I'll buy my very own.