A Riddle, unsolvable

It made no sense. Her capacity for loving one man while falling face first for another was breathtaking. And yet it wasn’t. It was entirely human. The love of her life was absent, now present only in her memory. And those were only active when she chose to remember him. She loved him, and yet. When a message arrived, she hoped it was from another. When a thought emerged into her troubled mind, it was of another. She loved him, yet she couldn’t help imagining this other’s hot breath against her ear lobe, his foreign touch against her yearning skin.