I see how you look at me. Don’t think I don’t notice, because I do.
I’m a threat to you. I get it.
Because when you look at me, you see yourself.
Because you can’t quite figure it out. What did I do wrong?
Because from the outside we had it all. Just like you.
Because we appeared to be happy. ‘Was she faking the whole time?’
Because if it were that bad she would have left, right?
Because I make you uncomfortable.
Because it just doesn’t make sense.
Because it just looks too familiar.
So you keep me at a distance.
Because you want to believe that it can’t be you. It could never be you.
Because you’re happy. And because you love eachother. And because you would never get a divorce.
Because that only happens to people like me.
Because it just doesn’t happen to people like you.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
And so I see how you look at me.
Because I used to have the same look on my face too.