Less than a year ago, my secret love affair started. It has been an illuminating, albeit expensive affair. Each month, we meet illicitly online. My friends tell me that it is a flash (sale) in the pan and that the obsession will pass. I tell them they are wrong. That this is real. Like all affairs, I am seduced by the allure of something new, something to brighten my days (and particularly my nights) and the feeling of warmth in my hands. I can’t get enough of it. The guilt at the end of every month is overwhelming, but how my heart flutters when I get that (DHL) knock on the door.
It is empty here.