I sat at the desk, pen in hand, ready to write the letter that would forever change my life.  I frowned at the misfortune that had happened to me.  I heard the kids downstairs, laughing and screaming.  I closed my eyes and laid my head on my arm.  I let the tears fall and hit the paper and soon, the tears were staining the paper.  I mentally shook myself and pulled myself together.  �You knew how long this was going on, why do you keep putting yourself through this?� I asked myself.  I picked the pen back up and pushed it down on the paper.
Dear Kevin,
  You�ve loved me, and I love you.  I married you, gave
  you kids and everything else you asked.  Yet, you hurt me
  so much.  What did I ever do to you?  Was I the lover
  that was wrong?  Did I not complete you?  Did I not
  please you as a wife?  I�m so clueless as to why you hurt
  me, and I wish I could stay to know why, but the pain
  now hurts to much to deal with it.  I�m sorry Kevin; you
  can have the other woman, maybe she�ll make you happier
  than what I did.
      Love Always,
       Theresa Richardson
I sealed the letter in an envelope and left it on the bed.  I went downstairs and told the kids we were going to Grandma�s.

I came home, calling out to see if Theresa was home.  Her car was gone and the house was dark, but I would still think she might be home.  �Theresa, baby, I�m home.�  I set my jacket on the couch and ran up to our bedroom.  �Honey?�  I glanced around, not seeing anyone.  I walked completely in the room and noticed the letter on the bed.  I smirked to myself, thinking this was just a game of hers.  I sat on the bed and opened the letter.  Just reading �Dear Kevin�, I knew something was wrong.  I read the letter written in her soft hand with her feather writing.  My heart broke again and again as I knew she was gone, out of my life.  I hadn�t really thought she really knew about my mistress.  I was hoping she wouldn�t.  And then it only killed me inside when I thought she figured it was her.  I looked around the room, everything that reminded me of her.  She was special, unique and I had loved her; still love her.  I shook my head and heard the doorbell ringing.  I slowly collected myself and walked down the stairs, noticing the pictures on the wall.  I opened the door and saw Nick and Megan together.
�Is Theresa home?� Megan asked.
�No,� was my only answer.
�Where is she?� Meg asked.
�I don�t know.�
�How can you not know?�
�Cause I don�t.  Do you two need something?�
�We were supposed to go out.�
�Call her cell, I have no clue where she is.  All I have is a letter saying she left me.�
�Why did she do that?� Nick asked.
�She knew about Lisa,� was my only answer.

I unlocked the door and slipped into the house.  I put away his jacket and cleaned up the kitchen.  I went upstairs and slipped into our room.  He was asleep in a tight ball, on the bed.  I gazed at him, slowly looking over his body.  I saw his left hand in a fist and saw the band still there.  I slowly moved my gaze back to his face.  He was so handsome, so strong, so awake.  I took a deep breath and turned around to go to the closest.  I got a few clothes and put them in a box.  I went into the bathroom and got all my stuff.
�It wasn�t you.�  I stopped and turned around and looked at him.  �I love you more than anything.  I have no idea why I cheated.�
�Very well.  I�m sorry you did.  Your love fling only ended us.  I hope you�re happy Kevin and I wish you only the best.  As for the kids, I�ll let you see them whenever you wish.�  He got out of bed and walked over to me.
�Theresa.�
�Please Kev, don�t make this harder on me.  It�s not easy to leave you.  I love you and will always love you.�  I grabbed my stuff and ran out of the room.  I raced down the stairs and I felt his powerful arms wrap around me.  He held me and lightly kissed my head.  I looked up at him and he slowly kissed me.
�Let us start all over.  Our own fling?�
�Not all over, it�s to much work.  For now, we�ll have our own love affair
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