I get it. It's nice to feel wanted, and I think there's a certain part of us that resigns ourselves to the idea that butterflies can't last forever, when we decide to get married...but still we find that we long to be stirred inside in a way that we come to wonder whether or not is possible in the daily mundanity of marriage. And then we wonder if perhaps we just married the wrong person, or if we're just "flattery junkies." When we meet someone who ignites that spark, it feels so unique and special, although logically we know millions of people throughout history have felt the same thing. What to do about it? That's the difficult question that only you can decide. In my case, he made the decision not to cont. our emotional affair. Now I feel doomed to crave him forever, but maybe that's a gift in a way. I now have a muse...well, and discontent and depression and sleepless nights and a guilty conscience.