I went out drinking with a guy who was my classmate in cram school. We got so excited talking about old times that before I knew it, we were completely drunk... It felt like time had stopped. Even though we'd both been through a lot, I was so happy to be able to meet again like this... I wonder if it was an extension of those feelings? I was overcome with a strong urge to be held by him. He accepted me for who I was. Even though my husband was in the next room...