Unintentional. Accidental. Fortuitous.
First of all, it was completely unexpected. I was merely the babysitter, nothing more. What started as a chance encounter quickly spun wildly out of control, leaving me powerless– and possibly unwilling– to stop it. I knew it was wrong... but the feelings of devotion overtaking my soul felt so right, it was nearly impossible to reason with myself.
Extraordinary. Sensational. Amazing.
Secondly, I was unconditionally and conclusively in love with him. I never believed I would find someone who would absolutely complete me, who would send a flock of butterflies into flight within my stomach at the simple mention of his name. The way his eyes crinkled when he produced my favorite crooked smile of his, the way his lips fit against mine perfectly like a piece of a puzzle, the way he could assure me everything would be okay just by holding me in his arms... it was perfect.
Whore. Slut. Home wrecker.
He has a wife. He has children. I could lay the cards down favorably for myself and state that it was obvious they had been having problems for years, but the torrid affair he was having with the teenaged babysitter was definitely not aiding in the marital stress. And, being a child of a broken home myself, I should be empathetic towards his children. No child deserves to go through the pain and suffering that divorce brings.
But, despite all the wrongs of the relationship, the rights conquered all. He had me entirely. My one wish, however, would be for me to have him entirely. I truly believed it would happen one day– but for now, I would have to be satisfied with being Nick Prezzioso's clandestine lover.