An Affair to Remember? Read the Juicy Details

Imagine a meadow filled with perfect-smelling wildflowers, warm autumn breezes and never-ending sunshine. That is first love. It is warm, inviting, amazing, nothing-beats-this-feeling type of love. If you have been blessed to experience this type of spine-tingling craziness, you're one of the lucky ones. I was one of the lucky ones.

She was perfect for me in every way at the time when I met her. I considered her my best friend and soul mate. Her love was like a comforting hot blanket in the middle of the icy winter that sometimes bestows us in life. Within her eyes I found my center. The yoga moves of love were steady, calm and beautiful. It was a love that both enriched my life for the better and made it hard to breathe. I cried tears of happiness far more than I did tears of sadness within our almost seven years together.

Traveling was a very big pastime we shared and enjoyed. Photos lined our memory books and scrapbooks became full of happy images and once-in-a-lifetime moments. While so many things changed over the seven years we were in each others' lives, the one thing that stayed the same was our love. That was the one constant factor I could always rely on. I became very used to that feeling of oneness and, although I was blessed to have such a fulfilling relationship, I felt extremely alone when it was over.

There is one thing I left out. She was married when I met her. We were friends and it developed into more in a very organic way. I never planned to get involved with a married woman. Who does? Regardless, I was involved and it felt too amazing to pass up. I was also young and there were over 15 years between the two of us. Not that it makes it her fault for being older or my fault for being younger. We both made the decision, non-verbally, to get involved with one another and that was something that we both would have to live with as the time grew colder and the sky began to fall on our proverbial "perfect lives".

We spent nearly seven years in a relationship that was both incredibly rewarding and lackluster. The two of us became comfortable with the way things were going and never really talked about the few things that were not working out. Those small things became large and unbearable over time. Our communication that was once solid and round became lop-sided and no longer fit the mold we had co-created.

Our affair to remember is one that I will carry with me always. I was blessed to have known her in such a very intimate and spiritual way and that can never be replaced.