She didn’t know what she was getting herself into. Se k we he was married. Se knew he had a wife and two kids, a son and a daughter. She knew all of these things but she still let herself get caught up in him.
He was handsome, rich, sweet and kind. Everything a woman wanted in a man. It was no wonder she fell for him the second she saw him. And he fell for her. Her gorgeous long blonde hair, the piercing icy blue eyes, full red lips. It was no wonder that this affair happened.
Cheating. Knowing that you’re with some girl that’s not me. Worrying. That movie with the woman from the King and I and Cary Grant. Knowing that my chance of having an affair of the heart, in a relationship or out of one, is slight.
It is always what we cannot have that we so long for. When we get a little, we want some. When we get some, we want more. Keep going back until you no longer have to, until you only have to stay. Leaving is not an option; be not left. Stay, until the musky aroma begins to percolate, leaping into a ballerina of sonorous whispers, before the door is shut in the face of endearments sinking into a bow.
There are many types of affairs throughout the world. Some are good, some bad, and some strange. The most commonly thought of affairs happen when a husband cheats on his other, or something of that sort, but there are also affairs in foreign countries and institutions.
Leona’s insides squirmed uncomfortably at the vacant eyes that met hers when she spoke, the miserable emptiness of the trickster’s stare. He hardly looked like he could be bothered by anything, but she pressed on.
“It’s just that there are quite a few affairs we need to see about setting in order. Tobias’s affairs. And I thought you ought to be present.”
Don’t get involved in other people’s affairs. Do what YOU need to DO. If someone wants your help or needs it, then they will most likely ask. Society is always poking its’ nose where it does not belong. Worry about your own actions, your own affairs—this will make the world a much better place without so much anger and hate.
I had to settle everything before I made my way to the promised land. I had decided to leave everything behind, what was left anyway, in order to follow the Prophet into the light. Money is so hard to leave behind when you’ve made a life out of making sure it piles up.
Molly had an affair with Bill, but Sally had an affair with Molly. Sally was Bill’s girlfriend, but Molly was just so irresistible she just had to. When Bill found out, everything was okay because Bill didn’t exist to begin with.
The trouble with affairs is that they can always be so meddlesome and trifling. And you never hear about a good affair. You hear, “oh, it was such an AFFAIR.” It’s like happy camper. Doesn’t really mean what it sounds like.
A romantic affair, also called an affair of the heart, may refer to sexual liaisons among unwed parties, or to various forms of nonmonogamy. Unlike a casual relationship, which is a physical and emotional relationship between two people who may have sex without expecting a more formal romantic relationship, an affair is by its nature romantic. Affair may also describe part of an agreement within an open marriage or open relationship, such as swinging, dating, or polyamory, in which some forms of sex with one’s non-primary partner(s) are permitted and other forms are not. Participants in open relationships, including unmarried couples and polyamorous families, may consider sanctioned affairs the norm, but when a non-sanctioned affair occurs, it is described as infidelity and may be experienced as adultery, or a betrayal both of trust and integrity, even though to most people it would not be considered “illicit.”
When a romantic affair lacks both overt and covert sexual behaviour and yet exhibits intense or enduring emotional intimacy it may be referred to as an emotional affair, platonic love, or a romantic friendship.
i wanted to see you
but unfourtunatle
you didnt want the sam e thing
hidden smiles
lost kisses
love locked behind steel doors
cannot breathe or live
or matter
or dream
it is not love in that case
“There are more important affairs for you to deal with!” His voice was loud and harsh, resonating throughout the white walls of the asylum. The orphan shrunk away, yellow nails retracting into the blank robe.
“I’d like to take care of her. Do you have a policy that forbids me from adopting this child?” The woman’s voice was soft, but firm. The young girl stared up at her with empty eyes. The man stormed into his office, cursing under his breath. He emerged a moment later with a handful of papers.
“Fine. Don’t bring her back with a murder record.”
Embarrassing affairs. Things you would never tell anyone about or even wish to remember. That one night stand with what’s his name, that you sent out in the middle of the night to buy condoms. Horrible stupid romance-ending squabbles that make you blush in the light of day.
He loved her, not his wife, which was unfortunate because he didn’t have a wife. This had dawned on him several times, though the blood was still on his hands. He had thought to himself ‘you don’t forget murdering someone’, but it was so tempting…so delicious…he had daydreamed about it, punishing his wife and putting her in the other her’s place.
I must be a huge [censored], she thought.
After all, most people don’t cheat on their husband with his brother.
She rubbed her eyes, temples, face, as she sat at the bedside. Cheap hotel in the countryside. He had found it online; he hadn’t shaved this morning.
Lying to everything you ever believed in. Against your morals, your lifestyle, your up bringing. Nobody was taught this, it’s a lust for power, in a sense. Only one other could make us whole. Keep faithful to yourself and live with no regrets.
Some said that there were “secret affairs” in the higher-ups, but Jimmy Jason Hollic never belied any of that. He didn’t buy into all them ‘spiracy theories by the stupid townspeople. Then again, he pretty much did whatever his dear old daddy told him to do, and believed what his moanin’ mama told him to believe, so I s’pose that ain’t sayin’ much of nothin’.
cheating, love, horrible people, it happens, life happens, affairs aren’t great but they teach the mind and the heart valuable lessons, no one should have to experience it, but most will. everything happens for a reason, unfortunately this hurts
The affairs of almost lovers is a victimless crime full of pain, anxiety, fear, and regret.
When you come so close to touching, and devouring each others spirit, how can you ever go back?
How it had started, she did not know, and yet it did.
It started with a drink in a dark smokey bar, with a stranger in a leather jacket. How cliched, she had thought. That I might get drunk with this guy.
It wasn’t any fight with her husband; rather, it was boredom.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know that is what they all say but it is true. I guess I was just trying to hurt myself. I deserve to be hurt. I hope you hate me. I deserve to be hated. I hate myself. You mean the world to me and I didn’t mean to ruin us. Just because I can’t let myself be happy.
Sometimes I wonder how I ended up like this. What past experience drove me to this point? If it was just one moment in time?
I can’t breathe. His arms have me trapped and I make no effort at escaping. The thrill of getting caught by his wife excites me and I wonder once more, what happened to me?
That affair, he talked to me as though it was just one of many. I dismissed his suggestive eyebrows and leaned back against the window shades. He was so kind and so stupid.
A man was in love with a blue-eyed, blonde woman. She never seemed to give him enough, and fulfill him to satisfaction. He met a brunette woman, who looked fierce in the face, with a strong build. She was nothing he wanted, but everything he lusted for.
They’re messy. They’re tantazling. They’re forbidden. Affairs mean betrayal. They’re full of lust and deceit. Affairs will break your heart. Affairs are not for me.
She nodded and he understood, and they both gripped tightly onto the dream that they both shared, hoping and wanting more than anything that they could one day break free of the mold that had been set around their skeletons, and the air that filtered their lungs like fog and poison would soon be lifted from them. They hoped, but never once achieved what they sought after, nor did they ever find a cure for the reality of the situation that this, in fact, was all a dream. And like a dream, it could never be real, nor could their affair.
She’s off having affairs with someone else, a new best friend, her stupid college boyfriend. It feels like being cheated on–like being cheated out of friendship. I forgot what it feels like to miss her.
Of all the affairs I had to take care of, this one was the most daunting. I had to talk myself into it and pretend that really it was nothing (and it really wasn’t). Asking myself if I would be remembered by this one task a year or two years from now returned an answer of probably not. So, I went forward.
Modern affairs. Sometimes the affairs of others can get in the way of what is trying to be done. Sometimes the affairs of others destroy what has already been accomplished.
Affairs are the worst thing to me. Why would you even marry a person if you had doubts. If you didn’t love them fully wholeheartedly. Do you even think about what you’re doing. Or is it innocent until it goes too far?
it started with a beautiful dress, and a fight, and a handsome man across the room giving a smile. she was hurting. she wasn’t thinking straight. who could blame her? she fell into bed as though her heels had broken and he had caught her, and she was free, free as a bird, to fly and fuck and doing whatever she wanted – she was unbound by society’s rules. it was about her. it wasn’t about him – either of him, though as their nature, they made it about them when she woke up to face the consequences of her actions. how selfish.
the world has it’s affairs, little and large. By and by, they take care of themselves, like wind through empty streets on an autumn night. Cow bells ring out on a veranda over looking the city. The orange glow of streetlights in the dark, rising and falling away in an endless sprawl. The world down there goes on, blind and uncontrollable. The universe is indifferent to the affairs of men, and yet. That’s all we have.
She didn’t know what she was getting herself into. Se k we he was married. Se knew he had a wife and two kids, a son and a daughter. She knew all of these things but she still let herself get caught up in him.
He was handsome, rich, sweet and kind. Everything a woman wanted in a man. It was no wonder she fell for him the second she saw him. And he fell for her. Her gorgeous long blonde hair, the piercing icy blue eyes, full red lips. It was no wonder that this affair happened.
Cheating. Knowing that you’re with some girl that’s not me. Worrying. That movie with the woman from the King and I and Cary Grant. Knowing that my chance of having an affair of the heart, in a relationship or out of one, is slight.
Affairs at fairs will clean out your purse. Its a curse.
There is more than one.
It is always what we cannot have that we so long for. When we get a little, we want some. When we get some, we want more. Keep going back until you no longer have to, until you only have to stay. Leaving is not an option; be not left. Stay, until the musky aroma begins to percolate, leaping into a ballerina of sonorous whispers, before the door is shut in the face of endearments sinking into a bow.
There are many types of affairs throughout the world. Some are good, some bad, and some strange. The most commonly thought of affairs happen when a husband cheats on his other, or something of that sort, but there are also affairs in foreign countries and institutions.
things to do. i have lots of affairs to take care of. and not a bad of people who bring their affairs and drama into my life.
“I hate to bother you with this.”
Leona’s insides squirmed uncomfortably at the vacant eyes that met hers when she spoke, the miserable emptiness of the trickster’s stare. He hardly looked like he could be bothered by anything, but she pressed on.
“It’s just that there are quite a few affairs we need to see about setting in order. Tobias’s affairs. And I thought you ought to be present.”
Don’t get involved in other people’s affairs. Do what YOU need to DO. If someone wants your help or needs it, then they will most likely ask. Society is always poking its’ nose where it does not belong. Worry about your own actions, your own affairs—this will make the world a much better place without so much anger and hate.
I had to settle everything before I made my way to the promised land. I had decided to leave everything behind, what was left anyway, in order to follow the Prophet into the light. Money is so hard to leave behind when you’ve made a life out of making sure it piles up.
Molly had an affair with Bill, but Sally had an affair with Molly. Sally was Bill’s girlfriend, but Molly was just so irresistible she just had to. When Bill found out, everything was okay because Bill didn’t exist to begin with.
The trouble with affairs is that they can always be so meddlesome and trifling. And you never hear about a good affair. You hear, “oh, it was such an AFFAIR.” It’s like happy camper. Doesn’t really mean what it sounds like.
A romantic affair, also called an affair of the heart, may refer to sexual liaisons among unwed parties, or to various forms of nonmonogamy. Unlike a casual relationship, which is a physical and emotional relationship between two people who may have sex without expecting a more formal romantic relationship, an affair is by its nature romantic. Affair may also describe part of an agreement within an open marriage or open relationship, such as swinging, dating, or polyamory, in which some forms of sex with one’s non-primary partner(s) are permitted and other forms are not. Participants in open relationships, including unmarried couples and polyamorous families, may consider sanctioned affairs the norm, but when a non-sanctioned affair occurs, it is described as infidelity and may be experienced as adultery, or a betrayal both of trust and integrity, even though to most people it would not be considered “illicit.”
When a romantic affair lacks both overt and covert sexual behaviour and yet exhibits intense or enduring emotional intimacy it may be referred to as an emotional affair, platonic love, or a romantic friendship.
i wanted to see you
but unfourtunatle
you didnt want the sam e thing
hidden smiles
lost kisses
love locked behind steel doors
cannot breathe or live
or matter
or dream
it is not love in that case
“There are more important affairs for you to deal with!” His voice was loud and harsh, resonating throughout the white walls of the asylum. The orphan shrunk away, yellow nails retracting into the blank robe.
“I’d like to take care of her. Do you have a policy that forbids me from adopting this child?” The woman’s voice was soft, but firm. The young girl stared up at her with empty eyes. The man stormed into his office, cursing under his breath. He emerged a moment later with a handful of papers.
“Fine. Don’t bring her back with a murder record.”
Everyday matters that concern human beings…….These matters have various solutions. But they can also be called happenings- not just mere problems!!!!
Embarrassing affairs. Things you would never tell anyone about or even wish to remember. That one night stand with what’s his name, that you sent out in the middle of the night to buy condoms. Horrible stupid romance-ending squabbles that make you blush in the light of day.
He loved her, not his wife, which was unfortunate because he didn’t have a wife. This had dawned on him several times, though the blood was still on his hands. He had thought to himself ‘you don’t forget murdering someone’, but it was so tempting…so delicious…he had daydreamed about it, punishing his wife and putting her in the other her’s place.
I must be a huge [censored], she thought.
After all, most people don’t cheat on their husband with his brother.
She rubbed her eyes, temples, face, as she sat at the bedside. Cheap hotel in the countryside. He had found it online; he hadn’t shaved this morning.
Lying to everything you ever believed in. Against your morals, your lifestyle, your up bringing. Nobody was taught this, it’s a lust for power, in a sense. Only one other could make us whole. Keep faithful to yourself and live with no regrets.
Affairs of the heart, business affairs, school affairs. One has a negative connotation, though, not all.
Some said that there were “secret affairs” in the higher-ups, but Jimmy Jason Hollic never belied any of that. He didn’t buy into all them ‘spiracy theories by the stupid townspeople. Then again, he pretty much did whatever his dear old daddy told him to do, and believed what his moanin’ mama told him to believe, so I s’pose that ain’t sayin’ much of nothin’.
the pain of love is better than the pain of being alone
no matter the problem there is a solution
moving forward means not looking back
keep moving on
cheating, love, horrible people, it happens, life happens, affairs aren’t great but they teach the mind and the heart valuable lessons, no one should have to experience it, but most will. everything happens for a reason, unfortunately this hurts
The affairs of almost lovers is a victimless crime full of pain, anxiety, fear, and regret.
When you come so close to touching, and devouring each others spirit, how can you ever go back?
How it had started, she did not know, and yet it did.
It started with a drink in a dark smokey bar, with a stranger in a leather jacket. How cliched, she had thought. That I might get drunk with this guy.
It wasn’t any fight with her husband; rather, it was boredom.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know that is what they all say but it is true. I guess I was just trying to hurt myself. I deserve to be hurt. I hope you hate me. I deserve to be hated. I hate myself. You mean the world to me and I didn’t mean to ruin us. Just because I can’t let myself be happy.
Sometimes I wonder how I ended up like this. What past experience drove me to this point? If it was just one moment in time?
I can’t breathe. His arms have me trapped and I make no effort at escaping. The thrill of getting caught by his wife excites me and I wonder once more, what happened to me?
That affair, he talked to me as though it was just one of many. I dismissed his suggestive eyebrows and leaned back against the window shades. He was so kind and so stupid.
A man was in love with a blue-eyed, blonde woman. She never seemed to give him enough, and fulfill him to satisfaction. He met a brunette woman, who looked fierce in the face, with a strong build. She was nothing he wanted, but everything he lusted for.
They’re messy. They’re tantazling. They’re forbidden. Affairs mean betrayal. They’re full of lust and deceit. Affairs will break your heart. Affairs are not for me.
I think it’s fucking stupid; and if you’re unhappy, you should just leave. It’s not necessary.
She nodded and he understood, and they both gripped tightly onto the dream that they both shared, hoping and wanting more than anything that they could one day break free of the mold that had been set around their skeletons, and the air that filtered their lungs like fog and poison would soon be lifted from them. They hoped, but never once achieved what they sought after, nor did they ever find a cure for the reality of the situation that this, in fact, was all a dream. And like a dream, it could never be real, nor could their affair.
She’s off having affairs with someone else, a new best friend, her stupid college boyfriend. It feels like being cheated on–like being cheated out of friendship. I forgot what it feels like to miss her.
Of all the affairs I had to take care of, this one was the most daunting. I had to talk myself into it and pretend that really it was nothing (and it really wasn’t). Asking myself if I would be remembered by this one task a year or two years from now returned an answer of probably not. So, I went forward.
Modern affairs. Sometimes the affairs of others can get in the way of what is trying to be done. Sometimes the affairs of others destroy what has already been accomplished.
Affairs are the worst thing to me. Why would you even marry a person if you had doubts. If you didn’t love them fully wholeheartedly. Do you even think about what you’re doing. Or is it innocent until it goes too far?
So I got home, and there he was, sitting on the couch like the lazy bum he is.
I dropped my purse on the counter in a huff and he glanced up to me. “What’s up with you?” he slurred.
An irritated hand on my hip, I whipped my head towards him and glared. “You know.” I snarled.
You do not care.
it started with a beautiful dress, and a fight, and a handsome man across the room giving a smile. she was hurting. she wasn’t thinking straight. who could blame her? she fell into bed as though her heels had broken and he had caught her, and she was free, free as a bird, to fly and fuck and doing whatever she wanted – she was unbound by society’s rules. it was about her. it wasn’t about him – either of him, though as their nature, they made it about them when she woke up to face the consequences of her actions. how selfish.
the world has it’s affairs, little and large. By and by, they take care of themselves, like wind through empty streets on an autumn night. Cow bells ring out on a veranda over looking the city. The orange glow of streetlights in the dark, rising and falling away in an endless sprawl. The world down there goes on, blind and uncontrollable. The universe is indifferent to the affairs of men, and yet. That’s all we have.