Confession

I met her on October 27th, in the most unsettling circumstances. She was crying and though I wanted to just hold her, she wasn't ready for that as we were too new to each other. In the months to come, that would change and she would come to me more and more. Her beautiful eyes, dark as a moonless night, looked at me with such love and sweetness, so innocent, I couldn't resist and I have to take responsibility for the fact that she didn't know I was married. Actually, I don't think she would've cared anyway, but isn't that the way with the young? She didn't care, she just wanted to be with me and I was so struck by her that there was no will or way I could say no. As I sit here writing this, I remember the last time we slept together. She would wake in the night and call my name, asking for my hand so she wouldn't be afraid. There is no feeling like being needed and wanted. I knew the time had come for me to try and explain to my wife what and how much she meant to me but the words were hard to come by. I struggled with the emotions that welled up inside of me but the one thing I knew for sure was that I could never give her up and that left my wife with the choice of coping with it. She knew I thought, she knew that I had a love that wasn't hers. Odd how women can be at times. So when my wife was sitting on the couch watching TV, I decided to tell her. I tried for ten minutes to explain how I felt, how she made me feel so needed, how she was so trusting of me, but in the end, it was nothing more than words that did little to describe how I truely felt. All she could say was," I know. I know". How could I tell her what I felt when she would come to me, hug me so tight, and say," I love you, Grandpa".