I am not the type of person to believe what I read about my horoscope, but I just recently came across one in the newspaper, and I was drawn to it. I can't explain it, but I got a deep feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don't remember the exact words, but the part that stood out was- something will happen to you, and there is no turning back. What was this thing that was going to happen. I had no idea, but I was going to find out very soon.
Unfortunately my husband and I have been having some problems. We love each other, even though things have been a little shaky between us. It has come to a point that seperating would be the best option for the both of us. I am not pleased with this outcome, but I will have to learn to accept it.
A close friend of mine calls me. She wants to take me out. I try to decline wanting to wallow in my misery, but she insists not giving up. I reluctantly give in. Maybe a night out to let loose will be good for me. I decide to get ready. I pick out an outfit that I feel suits me perfectly. I fix my hair, and makeup and look in the mirror liking what I see. I grab my keys, get in my car, and leave to meet my friend. We decide to go to a danceclub in the neighborhood.
We meet and go inside. We sit down and order our drinks. I begin to pour my heart out about my situation. She listens, and tries to give me advice. One thing she tells me is not to worry about anything, and just have fun tonight. I feel that she is right. I get up to order another drink. I turn around and bump into him. He is someone from my past, and even though it's been so many years I am getting that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel like I am going to faint, but I keep my composure. Maybe he doesn't remember me I think starting to feel a tiny bit disapointed. He smiles at me, says hello, and asks me how I am doing. We begin to talk. I feel bad for leaving my friend behind, but she doesn't seem to mind since her boyfriend showed up.
We sit down and continue to talk. I am buying drinks left and right, not knowing why. All I know is I'm feeling pretty good.
Music is playing, and he asks me to dance. I try to decline, but then I remember what my friend told me. Why not have a good time? It's been so long. We walk out to the dance floor. A fast song is playing. We begin to dance. I am not a great dancer, and I try to cover it up by goofing around. We both laugh. It's been a long time since I laughed, and it feels good. It feels really, really good. The song ends, and a slow one begins. Its is an awkward situation for the both of us. He asks me if I would like to dance with him. I tell him yes. He pulls me gently by the waist, and holds me. I put my arms around his neck. We are close. This is the first time I have been so close to him, and it feels right. I begin to feel giddy inside. Unlike the previous song and the joking we did before, he becomes serious. He tells me something that leaves me a little surprised. He informes me that he has known all along that I had feelings for him. I guess I could of denied it, and let him know that he is wrong, but what did it matter. I would be lying and he was to smart to figure it out. He also tells me that he always had feelings for me, but was to afraid to pursue them. I nod understanding his situation. I tell him I am not angry with him, and even though I have moved on with my life, I will always feel something for him. He then looks me in the eyes and says "Would it be possible if I could kiss you. I won't be upset if you tell me no." I let him know it's alright. Secretly I have been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it was finally here. I take a deep breath. He leans in. I do as well. Our lips touch and I feel sparks. The kiss starts out slowly at first, but deepens. After what seems like an eternity we finally break apart. He apologizes, but I tell him it's ok. We kiss again. He then asks me if I would like to go back to his place. I am tempted thinking back to the horoscope I have read earlier, but I know it is only myself that can change the part of no turning back. Even though I enjoyed what happened in the previous moment I start to think of my husband and what he could be doing this very moment. I tell him even though I would very much like to spend the night with him, the timing just isn't right. He asks me why, and I tell him that I still love my husband. He tells me he understands, but I can see a tiny look of disapointment on his face. I feel bad, but I know it's for the best if we don't take things any further. He tells me that it is getting late and he should be going. I decide to leave as well. I walk over to tell my friend. She tries to convince me to stay, but I have so many emotions running through me I feel it's best to leave. We hug goodbye. I walk to the door. He is waiting for me. He insists on walking me to my car. I accept, because deep down I am afraid of being alone. We walk outside and across the street to my car. He holds my hand, and I feel safe and secure. We stand by my car, and he asks me again. I really want to, but it just isn't right. I shake my head no, and tell him I want to wait and see if things will work out with my husband. We both agreee that if they don't, then we will get together. We say our goodbyes. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me. He lets go, and his lips escape mine. He walks away. I watch him until he is out of sight. I get into my car and drive home. All I can do is think of him, and what could of been. I have come to the conclusion that I will probably never see him again.
I drive home with mixed emotions. I'm relieved that I didn't go any further, but disapointed as well. I don't know if I am disapointed for letting myself get caught up in the moment, or for the fact I kissed another man. I try to remind myself that since my husband and I decided to take a break, then it's alright. I look down at my wedding ring that is still on my left hand, and I realize that it's not. I finally get home. I park the car, walk up to my porch and open the door. I pick up the phone, and dial it. I'm not sure what I'm going to say, but I need to get the truth out hoping my marriage will survive this. The phone rings and once again I get butterflies in my stomach. He picks up. "Hello" he says in my ear. I take a deep breath, and reply "We need to talk."

The End.