I can't explain what happened to my soul today.
For the first time, in a long time, I wasn't happy to hear your voice on the other end of the receiver.
I should have never went to see her...
because I found you.
Holding her.
Happy.
Blissful, as she stood in your arms.
Those arms that I, selfishly, believed that God only made for me.
And even though those moments shared between you two, were months ago, I cried.
And I experienced a pain that I can't explain, but feel even now, as I type.
How could you?
How could you hold her like you've held me, or did you hold me like you held her?
Tell Me.
How could you have loved anyone else but me?