He came with me to the train station and we hugged for so long, holding each other coz we didn’t wanna let go. And then he looked at me and said: “It’s getting harder and harder to let you go back to your husband.”

He thanked me for finding time to see him again in Paris, even after two months apart.

And I could feel it was hard for him coz his eyes filled up and the tears just started falling.

It kinda caught me off guard and honestly broke my heart a little.

Later, he texted me saying he stayed and watched me get on the train.

And now I’m sitting here, a little sad.

I love these kind of adventures: the secret meetings, the chemistry, the moments that feel like a movie…But saying goodbye after always stings.
My husband will meet me when I arrive. And I missed him too, a lot!! I know I’ll be happy to see him again, to feel safe, to come back “home.” But I also know I’ll cry tonight.

Not even sure why 🫠.

It’s that messy mix of emotions that hits in the first few hours after saying goodbye

But I know it’ll fade