Shady

I was on a dating site that is considered pretty shady to say the least. I shouldn’t have been on there and neither should he. We swapped witty flirty texts and cute photos and then came the phone calls. His Irish lilt spoke to every inch of me. He was the one I had been waiting for. He was in my corner from the get go. He sent me gifts, he gave me his time and his word. When we met that first night halfway just by the bridge that parts us and we kissed, and made love and laughed for hours, I knew I was madly in love with him. He knew what I was thinking, I knew what he needed. I couldn’t sleep or eat out of pure encapsulating joy. We spent hours calling texting and late night sexting. Breaking every rule that the government could make. Until I learned he wasn’t only breaking rules. He was breaking vows and hearts on both sides of the bridge. My lockdown love was a secret because I didn’t want to get a fine. His was a secret because he didn’t want to get a divorce.