Even Titanic, that dramatic love story, is actually a story about an affair. Nobody hates the story of Jack and Rose DeWitt Bukater, right? It's the same now. An affair isn't exactly... bad, or strange.

Lying to my wife about having work and going to meet my lover has become second nature. To be honest, it would be a lie to say my conscience pricked me even the first time I did this. Rather than guilt, the excitement was far greater.

Don't misunderstand, it's not that I don't love my wife. I'd be sad if she died. It's just... the temperature is a bit different. If it's to warm up a body that's grown cold, there's no helping it, is there?

I came to see my lover with a fluttering heart. The only difference between her and my wife is whether practical problems are entangled or not. The rest is just a matter of whether I call her 'honey' or 'darling'?

The reason I lowered my head when I got in the elevator wasn't because of guilt. I was just overwhelmed by happiness. Hmm? Darling, put away those silly questions. We're adults; we can't just get a divorce.

I've prayed that you'd stop asking things like that. How could I get a divorce? This isn't a novel. It's not that easy, and it's not that touching. It's just... reality here. You understand, right? I love you, darling.