Theodore

It was 1945 when you married a guy named Elvis, a rich, handsome, wonderful husband, but a little out of touch

Before him, you loved a guy named Theodore. You weren't dating. You'd been friends since your teens, a friendship that didn't quite reach the point of a relationship. You were happy, you had a tender relationship. There was an unfinished romance, but then you maintained a warm relationship.

You were happy in this marriage, but you always thought that your husband's colleague was seducing him, and you were right. You argued with him about it. Your husband told you not to worry, he wouldn't cheat on you, but alas, he did. You didn't know it.

One morning you went out to New York for coffee, you were a writer, you left the cafe with coffee and saw Theodore with a warm smile, he came from Paris to New York and you met by chance, you both happily hugged, you asked how he came to be there, he said that he came for work, and wanted to see you, and you agreed to meet in the evening, he promised to call

He looked at you as beautiful as ever, he knew you were married, but he loved you.