I was in love with love

I met Alessandro, one of my husband’s friends. Ten years older than me, not very tall but handsome. Eyes as black as coal, surrounded by long, almost feminine lashes, a friendly smile, captivating ways. I would have fallen in love with anyone who passed, I was 28 and I was hungry for love and passion, I was in love with love. I was married, he was married, with a marriage in in crisis, and the father of an eight-year-old daughter. Nothing could stop me. He embodied everything I wanted, love broke out in August, we called each other at the end of the summer. At the end of the year we were together, madly in love with each other.