Best Friend, Conversations that started out very general got really personal really fast. Accdently bumping into each other on purpose. Long lunch breaks and late arrivals to work. All for the stolen moment that is so forbidden. Your love for him has some how transferred to me and my love for him has trickled down onto you. And what we are doing is so wrong but feels so good. And when we turn to walk away we just seem to find our selves finding ways to continue to make this work. If he finds out he'll kill you because you crossed into a territory so taboo that there is no explaining. And I, well I can not even think about what I would be losing. There is no exscuse for this, no way to justify. But for now my kids will continue to call you uncle and my husband will call you brother as I call you lover. How more complicated can this get?