I met my husband PG in a rather unusual way. When I first saw him, I was young, in college and madly in love with his friend and neighbor Eddie. Eddie was a good man by any standards. Loving, caring and romantic, I thought he was every woman’s dream. Our relationship was well known and endorsed not only by my friends, relatives and neighbors but also by my parents back home. We were so perfectly matched that nobody foresaw anything for us other than a blissful life together.
There was nothing unusual the first time Eddie introduced me to his best friend PG except I noted and appreciated his physical attributes. He was the much sought after tall dark and handsome. I remember thinking to myself how lucky the woman in his life must be. Then I met him more often and got to know him better. Soon we were fast friends. Whenever I couldn’t be with Eddie at his house, I felt comfortable waiting it out with PG who lived in the same neighborhood.
I was young and naïve, so when I started wanting to see PG more often, I did not realize that I was falling in love. As obvious as it looks to me now with the benefit of hindsight, at that time I was clueless. After all I was in love with Eddie and did not deem it possible to be falling for his best friend at the same time. Such things only happen in movies, right?
I tried to ignore it as best as I could and I almost succeeded – until the day PG touched me. There was a party at his place and everyone was dancing with everyone. Soon we paired up. After getting so close to him and feeling his arms around me during some slow dance, something gave. I was completely unprepared for the rush of emotions and conflicting thoughts that coursed through my mind. Every feeling I had tried so hard to keep under wraps came surging forward.
Immediately after that dance, I excused myself and left the party dazed and confused. In one place was guilt about betraying Eddie who still had no clue what was happening. In another place was the all too familiar excitement of new love. But there was a problem.
Over the course of the next few weeks PG did not show any indication whatsoever that he might be feeling any of what I was feeling – or that he even recalled anything about the dance that jolted me so hard. I now found it awkward to talk with him or go to his place. I managed to avoid him for what seemed like a year although it was just a month. During this time I carried on with Eddie like everything was normal.
One rainy day I went to Eddie’s house and he wasn’t home. I decided to shelter at PG’s house and after a brief awkward moment the unthinkable happened. He cupped my face and kissed my passionately. His kiss was magical. It was the perfect kiss. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. As soon as his lips touched mine, I melted into a quivering ball of passions and from that day, we knew that Eddie and I were done for.
That was seven years ago and the rest as they say is history. PG and I are happily married and still going strong. Or so I thought until recently when I went and landed myself into a brand new mess once again. I’ve met someone else and I think I’ve fallen in love with him. Only this time matters are much more complicated because I’m married. And so is he…
This short story was written by Shiko who runs the lifestyle blogs Femmehub. Drop by her blog and see more of her work.
Image Credits: Woman Around Town