It started with a voice...I heard it behind me, putting emotion into a read through that's usually reserved for on stage performances. The cadence in the voice was like music, and the tone, warm and gentle. I wanted to turn around and see the face that went with the voice but didn't want to be obvious. When it was over, I stood up and glanced over. What a kind and handsome face!

The weeks go by and as I struggle with a dying marriage at home, I find myself infatuated with this man I've only just met. He seems as warm and gentle and genuine as his voice...and he often supplies the kind words I desperately need spoken into my life.

There is a scene...it's my favorite...when I'm standing over him. I get to look down into his eyes and I'm smitten all over again. After the first time or two I remember thinking that I don't even know what color his eyes are and I make a point to really look at them - they're hazel...and God he's handsome.

It's crazy...I'm too old for a school girl crush and I'm married. More time passes. The play ends...and so does my marriage. My husband walks out, but my feelings for this man give me strength. It's okay...I'm not dead inside. I do feel and I can love and perhaps someday I'll be able to tell him how I feel, but not today.

Instead, I set out to forge a friendship...someone once told me that love is friendship on fire...well then, let's start with friendship and see if we can fan some flames!

It's been almost a year...the friendship is established and I enjoy the email chats and occasional face to face meetings but continue to dream of something more. I thought this was infatuation, but after so long shouldn't these feelings have died? Shouldn't my sensible self have stepped in and taken control? Well if it is infatuation, I'll enjoy the daydreaming...and if it becomes more, I'll welcome that with open arms.

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