For the record, I don't know why I let myself do this. I've been temping in an office this summer, and on my last day I kissed my colleague who has a girlfriend/fiancee of 3 years. I'd only been there a month, and because he was training me, I spent more time with him than I imagined I would, and we got on very well. He was (and is) selfless, kind and makes fantastic company. Initially I was over the moon that I'd made a good friend and never saw this happening. He's had his fair share of life crisises and whenever I listened to him I would admire him for the way he's dealt with everything. In all fairness my feelings never extended beyond the platonic, I would never let myself be romantically inclined towards him. His girlfriend is evidently a very beautiful and special young woman, he has pictures of her round his desk area.
After a while, he would joke with me, about how I was beautiful and pretty and how he'd like to kiss me, and it seemed very silly, so I laughed it off. Eventually the flirting floodgates opened and I didn't realise how wrong it was to flirt back, because I promised myself that I wouldn't take anything other than friendship. He did ask for one or two other 'favours', but I made it clear I wouldn't. He also apologised for his behaviour, and because I hate being over-sensitive, I let it go. On my last working day, we stayed late together taking phone calls, and to cut waxing lyrical over my sin, I stepped way over the boundary and kissed him....I was saying my goodbyes to him, and we were a little bit over each other, and although his hands decided to travel to other parts of my anatomy I stopped him. I don't condone cheating in any shape or form, and I really hate myself for what I've done and my head is ridden with images of his beautiful girlfriend and what a cruel person I've been.
I know the old saying of 'what goes around comes around' does indeed arise in its true form, and I know one day that if I am cheated on, I will have deserved it and will bear anything that comes my way the best way as I can. I know him and I are not likely to see each other again, which I hope can be the best way forward, because although I still love him as a friend, I can't help but feel disgusted with my behaviour. Any words of wisdom would be really welcome, because I can't stop crying with shame.