We moved two states away a week later. I moved on to another town, a two days drive, with my family. I worked in jobs I hated and found another hospital to work at and hated it even more. I dreamed about my life in that sweet town in the mountains that I couldn't have with a man I couldn't have.

I always thought that the man I married was my soul mate or whatever title anyone wanted to use. I thought I had it all figured out. I mean I wasn't a teenager... I was middle aged. I knew what I had was good. I had never wanted anything or anyone else... But there will always be someone out there that I will love for the rest of forever and I know he will love me too. I'm sad to say that isn't my husband.

I never told anyone. Ever. I never will. Zale was the one that I couldn't have. He wasn't for me. The wild card that I never saw coming and my heart still aches for him, all the time. It never ends for me.

I wish him all the happiness though. I hope he finds someone that can love him like he deserves. I hope he lives a long and happy life in everything that he does and that he knows that I will always be out there somewhere, loving him silently.

I will always be in that room alone with him, holding him and just being with him. I will love him even though I'm not supposed to!