[ WP ] The most saddest love story you can ever think of

It all began with a Facebook message. 
 
 I have always had a creative side. In the last year I had just finished writing, producing and directing my own movie. 
 
 As I was working on my next script, I got a Facebook message from a girl I used to go to high school with. Her husband was a friend of mine and we also went to high school together. He had heard that I recently made a movie and suggested that she contact me because she was trying to expand her photography business to include personalized videos, as well. 
 
 She started sending me long emails, explaining her thoughts and ideas. The project sounded like fun, so I offered to help her shoot the first session, so I could also teach her about videography. 
 
 Our emails about her business plan started becoming more personal, as we started sharing our lives. We were both married with two children, one boy and one girl. We ended up IMing late into the night. Both her husband and my wife would go to bed early. 
 
 She had a crazy schedule because her daughter was autistic and wouldn ’ t go to sleep until 2 or 3 in the morning, and she since she worked best when it was quiet, she spent the hours of 3 to 6am editing photographs from her sessions. 
 
 Even though I had a regular 9-5, I would stay up with her and chat. 
 
 We found that we couldn ’ t stop writing each other. We just couldn ’ t get enough. 
 
 Soon, it was the day of our first combination session for one of our mutual friends. She told me the location and we met about an hour earlier so she could show me around. We hiked and talked for over an hour. 
 
 We fell into silence when we came across this bench on a hill. We sat across from each other and looked into each others ’ eyes. We were in love. 
 
 Although we knew we couldn ’ t be together, because we were both married, we decided that we could work together. There was innocence in that right? It gave us a legitimate excuse to be together because we could also generate much needed income in both of our houses. 
 
 We started scheduling weekend sessions together, and found every excuse to spend time together. 
 
 She had already scheduled a trip to Arizona, and in the heat of the moment, I bought a plane ticket and went with her. We spent the whole weekend in the hotel room. 
 
 We felt awful that we started this affair, but we were in love. On the plane ride home, we held hands and looked into each other ’ s eyes. It all felt so right. 
 
 Soon after that, I left my wife and filed for divorce. I could no longer be in a marriage that I felt this way for someone else. 
 
 She didn ’ t consider leaving her husband until I left my wife. 
 
 After I moved out of my house and settled into my new apartment, we had to see each other. She decided to spend one night with me, but one night became two, which ended up becoming a week. 
 
 Her husband was frantic with worry. She had to tell him where she was. 
 
 When he found out about us. I thought it was over, but by some miracle it wasn ’ t. She told me that she was in love with me and while she loved her husband, she wasn ’ t in love with him the way she was with me. 
 Her husband moved out. 
 
 During that time, she and I spent as much time as we could together and starting making plans. We talked about our wedding, and our future. We decided that she needed to officially end it with him so that we could be together the “ right ” way. 
 
 Everything was going as planned, until one day, I get a long email from her telling me that she changed her mind. When looking at the finances, I didn ’ t earn enough money to support two families and her photography business wasn ’ t enough to supplement what we needed to have a good life. 
 
 I spent the next 4 months trying to change her mind. I was losing the love of my life over money? That was her first excuse. Then others came. Her mother would not forgive her if she left her husband. She didn ’ t want to ruin the relationship between her husband and his children the way hers was ruined when her father left her mother. No matter what I did, no matter what I said, she refused to leave. By then he had moved back home. 
 
 She told me that she was still in love with me and that she wanted to be with me, but God wanted her to be with her family. 
 
 She saw me one last time. We stayed in the hotel room. We didn ’ t make love, but we held each other, foreheads touching, tears streaming down our faces as we looked in the others ’ eyes, telling each other how much we loved each other, knowing it was the last time we ’ d be together. 
 
 We tried to stop emailing, but we couldn ’ t. We would IM all day and video chat all night. 
 
 I begged her to tell me she didn ’ t love me so that I could move on. She refused. With strained voices, and tears blurring our vision, we told each other every day how much we loved each other and wanted to be together. 
 
 She would tell me about her day and when the kids were going to grandma ’ s. It killed me to know that she was with him even though she loved me. She was still his wife after all, and I knew that they would still behave as such. 
 
 Finally it got to be too much for me. I had to remove myself from her life because it was too painful to be a shadow and not be with her. To know that she was still with her husband, even though she was thinking of me. 
 
 I told her that I would never love again and that I would wait for her until my dying day. That my love for her was bigger than me, and that words can ’ t describe how I felt. It would be like trying to describe a Picasso with a calculator. She is everything to me. 
 
 She promised she would find me if the situation was right, and our last words were “ I love you so much. ” 

