Prompt: You may be good to me, but you're not good for me.

I know my husband loves me. But I also know that he isn't in love with me.

I'm sure at one point he thought he was. Edward never would have married me otherwise. Hell, he may even still think he is. But I realize the truth, even if he doesn't.

Edward is a good man. He's good to me. I know he would never intentionally hurt me. But that doesn't mean he's good for me.

For so long, I thought I was happy in this marriage. I thought we were happy. We never argue. We kiss. We hug. We make love.

But every now and then, I see a look cross Edward's face. It's as though he's searching for something more. But it passes quickly, and I think it makes him feel badly, because afterwards he always plants a kiss on the top of my head and tells me he loves me, like he's trying to make up for any doubt he feels.

And for the longest time, I thought that was just how relationships were. No one can be happy all the time. And if you sometimes feel sad or as though something is missing…well, you just accept it and hope the next day is better.

But thenthey moved in next door and everything I thought I knew about relationships changed.

He is a history teacher at the high school, just like me. We see each other every day. What started out as working meetings - coordinating lesson plans, discussing study tools, helping each other grade papers - turned into something more.

It doesn't matter that we are both married to other people. We know we've been selfish, we know we've been hurtful to our spouses. We've broken our vows, but I've never been happier.

I've never been able to talk to anyone the way I can talk to him, not even Edward. I've never felt as comfortable with another person as I feel with him. He feels like another piece of my soul.

I finally understand the difference being loving someone and being in love with them. I used to make fun of people who talked like that. I thought it was just a ridiculous excuse people used to justify relationships that didn't work out.

But now I understand. I understand that not only is Edward not in lovewith me, but I'm not in love with Edward.

It's taken me a long time to figure out that my marriage to Edward, while comfortable and pleasant, is not really satisfying. I want more. I deserve more. I want someone who craves me, someone who can't be without me. I want someone I crave and someone I can't be without.

And I've found that with him.

So I sit here now in the living room in the home I share with Edward, sitting on our sofa, waiting for Edward to get home from work, knowing that I will break his heart tonight.

And while I am breaking Edward's heart, Ben will be next door breaking Bella's heart.

I take a deep breath and steady myself as Edward walks through the door.

"Hey, Angela, I'm home."