Seth said as we sat in a love seat on the balcony outside of his bedroom. “Having you near me for the last day or so has spoiled me. I feel like this is the way it should be all of the time.” Truth be told, I felt the same way. One day with him seemed like a thousand years. “I am going to miss you too,” I said simply. Since the encounter we had before dinner, I had been a woman of few words. I could not wait to get home to do some soul-searching. I had experienced something I never knew existed. For the first time in my life, I wanted a real relationship with God. “I hope you do not become a stranger after you leave. I know you are married, and I have to respect that. Speaking of which, please forgive me for any way I have behaved that was disrespectful to you as a married woman. The kissing, the touching . . . I am sorry.” “There is no need to apologize. You have not done anything I have not allowed you to do.” “I know, but I am the man. I am supposed to set the standard and the example for any relationship you and I have.
