Author: Marissa Tate

Date: April 26, 2025

I’ve been thinking about a married man since last week. Well… I think he’s married. I’m not totally sure, but still, don’t worry — I’m not the kind of woman who would ever chase after someone else’s husband. It’s just… I can’t seem to stop fantasizing about what it would feel like if he were mine.

He’s a veteran, and honestly, there’s always been something about vets that draws me in — maybe it’s the strength they carry, the quiet way they seem to have lived a thousand lives. I noticed him “watching” me last weekend. Not in a creepy way — just in that way where you can feel someone’s attention on you, like you actually exist for a moment.

The little things he did — holding the door a beat longer, offering a smile that felt real — they meant more than he’ll ever know. I don’t really have anyone in my life right now, and feeling seen, even for a second, kind of cracked something open in me.

It’s not about stealing anyone. It’s not about acting on it. It’s just… nice, to have a little daydream to keep me warm for a while.