I met Alex (not her real name) a few months earlier while we were both in the hospital. Because we were on the same floor, we struck up a friendship and spoke about life, work, relationships we’d been in and occasionally, we flirted. We both knew the other was married so we never took it any further. I could sense that despite how happy she always tried to be, that there was some real sadness under it all. I never really let on what I suspected – I’d find out about it later on.
She was beautiful in so many ways. She had the kind of eyes you could get lost in. Big, endless shimmering pools that I’d spend hours just staring into. Her smile made me melt and no matter how bad my day was, just hearing her laugh made it all better. She was short, with brown hair, a pretty tight body and impossibly amazing legs. She always dressed well, smelled incredible and took good care of her physical appearance. I’d be lying if I didn’t think about what she looked like without clothes on.