If I am to be Honest

I don’t want him to feel sorry, because I don’t feel sorry.  He asked a question.  I answered honestly.

“Do you want to kiss me?” 

“Yes. I do. But I can’t.”

I almost feel worse for doing the “right” thing.  It doesn’t stop how I feel about him.  It’s not stopping how he feels about me.  I messaged him back later the next day.

“The thing is I would like the chance again.  But I can’t while you’re married.  I won’t.  You’re not mine.  And I want you in my life, but I’d rather be a friend than a distraction.”

I almost hadn’t gone to wings that night.  I was tired from talking with Stunt Guy late the night before.  He was dealing with some issues, and we wound up closing the local pub talking it out.  I had some things I had wanted to talk about too, I just didn’t know how to say any of it.  So we hashed out his stuff.  I was tired all day, and had more side project work when I got home.

I had nearly convinced myself I was staying in when I got MTG’s text.  He and my former boss were the only ones who had showed up, and he was asking me if I was coming.  I could feel my will bending.  It’s a time of week I always look forward to.  More so now that MTG joins us on these nights.  Part of me was hoping he would text asking me to come.  Some nights we wind up for last call at the pub near my place.  I love those nights.  That night was one of those nights.

Usually I can’t make eye contact when I like someone.  But with MTG I find us staring at each other and then not looking away when we catch each other doing it.

I wanted to kiss him.  I still do.