Every time I ran into you at work or at a function, I felt it stronger. For a while, I tried to avoid you because I was afraid of the way I was feelin.... I knew you were happily married and I didn't think you would possibly be interested. Even if I was wrong, I would never want to be the other woman."She looked at him sadly, reliving a painful memory. "When everyone was talking at work about you leaving Terry, I never doubted for a second that she must have done something terrible to you. I saw. The guy I fell in love with. We haven't even slept in the same bed since that night, despite me clearing the room out for it, so we could. I need you to promise me that you'll never do any-thing like that again. Don't scare me and keep me waiting." I promise. And I promise that I'm still that guy… I've just got a lot on my mind, and have had some trouble sl*eping. Sorry… I guess that I've been pretty out of it."The couple sat in silence for a few moments just looking at each other as if they. ’ Finally she looked up at me. She appeared suddenly ashen. ‘I–don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘To the first, at least–I don’t know.’ My brow piqued. ‘And to the latter?’ Breathing in deep, she sat up straight and rigid. ‘I can hold my own well enough.’ She began to offer a half smile, then thought better of the choice, instead, she turned her attention to her purse where she dug out the once-worn lipstick. Irritated, I smacked the small tube from her hand. My eyes were large and wild as I looked. Silently creeping up behind her I whispered, "Hello, can I help you find anything?" into her ear.She froze instantly, her hands falling to her sides as she waited for my reaction to finding my bedroom being burglarized. Reaching down I grabbed her shirt and pulled her to her feet and turned her to face me. "Hi Paula," I said as I saw who it was, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" Paula was my roommate's girlfriend, she had just transfered in last semester to be near him. She lived.