He got a hold of me. Of course he did.
He even went as far as to send me a bunch of flowers at work. The note said “it was not a one night stand.”
Not romantic but it was enough. Enough to make me brush aside my guilt. Enough for me to meet him the following Wednesday night at a hotel. I felt conspicuous working into the foyer to meet my lover. I was sure everyone there was looking at me and judging me.
It didn’t stop me though. I was on a train heading completely off the tracks but all I could think of was how much I loved the view.