I didn't see him at Christmas, New Year or Valentine's Day. None of that mattered to me. I knew he had a wife. I let him get on with what he needed to do. He made time for me when he could and I always loved spending time with him.
He took me to Paris for our first year anniversary. It was a short trip. I didn't care. The thought, the love, the commitment, it was there. I was madly in love.
We dated for six years. I knew he'd never leave his wife. As time went on, I adjusted to my new normal. I was happy. He was happy.
Then it took a turn. My period was late. We'd been careful and always used condoms but nothing is 100 per cent reliable, I know that. I kept going to the bathroom to check, hours turned into days and a sinking feeling grew in my stomach.
I just knew.
I couldn't see him. I pretended I had a lot on at work. I needed to think. When the doctor confirmed I was pregnant, I felt sick. It hit me like a wall.
I couldn't tell him. How could I? That wasn't part of the deal. We didn't talk about his relationship. We had our own routine that had turned into our world, but we never discussed a future together. I knew he loved his wife, he had no intention of leaving her and I'd never thought that was what I wanted.
But, that changed when I found out I was pregnant. I wanted the baby. I knew I couldn't keep it.
It wasn't fair on him. He was married, had a family of his own, it was very clear to me that I couldn't keep the baby.
I could have got support from my family and made ends meet financially and done it on my own. But how awful would that have been? The child would be his too; it would look like him and be his own flesh and blood. There was no answer but to have an abortion.
I went to the clinic with a girlfriend who sat in the waiting room while I went in. Tears ran down my face as we walked back outside to her car.
She stayed that night with me to check I was OK. I said I was. I wasn't, of course I wasn't.
The grief was overwhelming. It was a wake up call.
I never knew what I wanted until this point. I know that sounds selfish. I never knew I wanted a baby until I couldn't have it. I could never have what I truly wanted with him.
I felt guilty, of course I did. I didn't ever tell him. I moved away soon afterwards and never said a word. Only my one girlfriend knows.
I didn't want to have the conversation with him. I didn't want him to feel pressure. I didn't want him to feel like he had to do the right thing. There was no right thing in this situation.
No one can judge me as harshly as I judge myself.
I've learned that the only chance you have is to be very careful about who you fall in love with in the first place. Never trick yourself into believing that a fraction is all you want.
I should have walked away when I found out he was married. I didn't.
I can't regret any of it.
I have to live with that. In the end I lost everything. I lost the man I loved madly, and the baby that couldn't be. I have to live with all of that too."
*Names have been changed