the other woman

the moment i laid my eyes on her, i knew she lost.
she knew she lost.
a woman in her late twenties, giving up so much for her husband and child, giving up her once almost-perfect figure, her career, her looks.
i can see it in her eyes. she knew the heart of the man she married was no longer with her.
she came, to find out who had stolen it.
she came at the wrong time.
she thought she lost to me.
i hate to tell her that she lost to someone more capable, more beautiful, more adorable.
no, not to me.
how fair is it? to marry someone you love so much. then to realise that he loves someone more caring, more attractive than you.
not because you're not a good wife.
no. that's just fate playing you.
to him she's not just another woman, she's the other woman.
one that can so easily replace you. once you start to give up and leave him.
the world is never perfect.
i just feel.. disappointed.

and then i thought.. what would i have done if i were her?
suffer in silence?
would i have done that?
or walk out on him?
can i do that?
then i start to resent my friend for doing this to her.
and the other friend for being the other woman.
can i blame them?
they are just two people in love.
at the wrong time.

then i remembered the guy i loved.
and i laughed.
that's just fate.
playing us.