little_tippler

I'm sorry you find yourself in this predicament WK.

It seems to me a matter of lust vs, love, as you've said. If I felt the way you do, I'd choose a course of action soon, otherwise the choice will make itself for you, and I like to be in control of my own life so I don't feel like an idiot later. Whatever the choice, I didn't let time step in and handle things for me. That's a cop out.

And completely off course, can I just say it's nice to hear several of the men say that there is no excuse for cheating. It's quite refreshing!

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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.

Fernando Pessoa, 1918