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Two Women

The other woman

 Passion intolerable irrevocable suffering.  
I fell asleep with my eyes wide open and I refused to see the world unfold. He loves me... I wake up... He loves me not. I spend most days waking up to his absence. Wishing he would wake up next to me. He tells me how it happened, his love for his wife next minute he tells me how she destroyed his life.

I knew he loved me. At the end of the day, I was the one to whom he came with his problems. The woman who lived in his apartment in the city. I was a nobody but with him I was someone else. He loved me in his own ways. I was not just a physical toy for him.  

Passion intolerable irrevocable, passion did not just stem from lust. This I knew. He needed me as much as I needed him.  

I asked him last night about his wife, he said that he would leave her for me. I fall asleep...He loves me... I wake up... He loves me not.  

The wife  

Passion intolerable irrevocable suffering.  
I fell asleep with my eyes wide open and I refused to believe he won't come home. He loves me not... I wake up... He loves me. I spend most nights sleeping in his absence. Wishing he would not wake up next to me. He tells me it would never happen again, his love for me is too much, the next minute he tells me how I am destroying his life, suffocating him.

I knew he loved me. At the end of the day, I was the one whom he came home to. The wife who pretended to know nothing. I was everything I wanted be in my life, successful,  famous, but with him I was something else. He loved me in his own ways, but his own ways caused me pain.  
Passion intolerable irrevocable, passion did not just stem from love. This I knew. He needed me much more than I needed him.    

I asked him this morning about his other woman. He showed me documents regarding his apartment's sale. He said that he had enough, things with her got too serious. The only one he could ever really be with was me. The feminist in me screams for me to leave him. The little girl in me sees her prince. Do I leave him? I fall asleep...He loves me not... I wake up... He loves me.

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