I thought it was over.
I was so sure that once she was married it would all stop. She can't steal everything guy away from me now. Can't lure them away with her protruding bones and blonde hair. Can't make them feel superior with her exaggerated cluslessness.
And then i found him. He was the one.....well.....he was one of them. I found her, i found them, i found another him.
Nobody can take this love away from me. The thrill of feeling safe. The adrenaline rush that comes not from taking a risk, but of realizing instead that I've already taken it and everything came up roses.
But then her.
I start losing him. The one. The one of many. And then the other him......
Im not as small. Not as helpless. Im not skinny.
But this isn't fair! I did my time. It was supposed to be me. Me and my own life. My own name and decisions. My name no longer connected to my past and the her i was back then when even my words weren't mine.
But no.
Now she is here.
