Her Perspective
"He told me he Loved Me. He told me that when He was going out It was just to hang out with his friends and do "Man" things. He Told Me that He would show me this City because i am from a Foreign Country Far Far Away and I am unaware of all the possibilities America can offer. I come Home everyday from work at the same time, same moment and all we do is fight. If its not fighting , its ignorance. He makes me Dinner. Cuban Sometimes and I still feel like he is "interested" in other things and his mind is elsewhere. I wonder who she is. I wonder why she makes Him Happy and i can't. Is it her beauty? Is it Her Mind? I wonder if she looks like me. I wonder if she knows about me. I wonder if she would even care. I wonder if He tells Her what He tells Me. I wonder what the color of her eyes are? I wonder what she smells like after she sweats? I wonder if she can place her legs over his head like I can. I wonder if she Hates him as much as I do. I wonder if she cries when she cums. I wonder if she touches herself in the shower? I wonder if He has spent the night with her more than once. I wonder when he is going to Leave me for her. I wonder if He sees that I see through His Bullshit. I wonder if She thinks of me."
My Perspective.
"He Told Me He Loved me this Weekend. I said Ditto. I had a moment. I thought that was what he wanted to Hear. What was I thinking? I wasn't Again, not thinking. Speaking before I speak. He tells me he is unhappy with you. He says all you do is fight. Him and I have never fought. I must tell you; I am falling. Falling hard. I am looking for a distraction as I sit and write this and the wind reminds me that he is a Red Flag. I am sitting all alone inside in my Head. Do you know how much time has past? We spend every other night together but once he leaves I am writing to my other "distraction". I have ever right to have a distraction, right? Don't you agree? Its not you. It's me. I wonder why He tells me how he fells about me and to never doubt him but all i can think about is you. The other Woman. I envy you. I am sorry it had to happen like this. I am sorry I make him happy and you don't. Its just another Day, right? I have a voice and a right to make a choice out of all of this. I Doubt him as much as you do, do not question that. I Doubt his Truth. I am though, uncomfortably Comfortable around him. His words not mine. Something you are not. He was meant to be with me, not you. You see it. He sees it. I get Lost in his Misery. Is that wrong? Is it wrong to feel this way? I am not waiting for Him. I have waited almost 30 years to meet him and i am not going to wait another 30. Heaven Help us if I fade away. I am bringing excitement back into your relationship? You can Thank me one Day. I already asked him for an invite to your Wedding. I always wanted to give you something for taking away your time with him. I must tell you though, I think I might Love Him. I would definitely Love him more, if you were not there. But Life is what it Is, Complicated. Correct? My Heart is Breaking"
All My Love, The Other Woman.
