Confused

Inside joke:

Husband kissing me: You are such a good kisser.

Me: That's what she said.

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I don't know what's going on. In the past couple of days I've said and felt more "I don't know's" than I have in a while. Stupefied, embarrassed, happy, obsessed, ashamed, upset. The most powerful feeling I can actually define was confusion.

I can't get her out of my mind.

Everything I do somehow reminds me of the night, her soft skin, her smell, the way she talked and smiled. I want to talk to her again, see how she's doing. Tell her she was everything I could wish for that night and that I can't be more grateful for her reaction when I freaked out at one point and called it quits. Can't believe I said no when she asked for my number in the end.

Even if I never speak to her again, I wish her all the best and hope everything works out with that guy of hers.