Boat Race

My London mistress told me she loves me today.

I got the voicemail in mid-flight. Of course, it had to happen when I could do absolutely nothing about it. It’s ridiculous to think that she would give up everything she has in London.

(God, this sounds like a B-movie or a sappy poem or something…)

Never expected what started out as a light fling to become so wonderful and inspiring and difficult and complicated. But then again, I never expected my wife to turn into a completely different person after we got married.

My Dear Mistress, I care for you so very much—too much to marry you. Only the luckiest people fall in love with other people. The rest of us fall for inspiration and the passions it stirs up within us…and those moments are by their very nature fleeting.