I met a man at the club last night. The atmosphere was electric—the lights were dim, the music pulsing through the crowd, and I let myself get swept up in the energy of the night. My husband didn’t mind. In fact, he encouraged it, as he always does. We have a strange relationship, one where there’s an unspoken freedom between us that others might not understand. I took a photo of me with the man, a small keepsake of the moment, and sent it to him. He replied with a smile, just like he always does. It’s unconventional, but I know without a doubt that he loves me with all his heart. What we share is more than just love—it’s trust, an understanding that goes beyond words. It’s strange, but this connection we have is ours alone, and it works in ways that I never expected.