Doesn't he know what he is doing to me inside? As the door opened, I saw the look in his eyes, of the hundreds of people to enter the elevator, it had to be me. Did I interrupt a moment of their precious time together? I am beginning to wonder if I had made the right decision. He was the one who did not sign those divorce papers. I would have, if he had done it first.

I really do love him. Yet, I know deep down, his heart belongs to her. Why can't she just go on her merry way and leave him alone? Just stop the love in her heart. But, who am I to judge. For I can't stop the feeling I have, either. I question myself why we are together. He chose me over her. Why? Does he actually love me? Or is it just an obligation? To what? Eleven years of marriage? I need to know why he had made the decision to stay. I was so sure I had Iost him forever to her. I look into his eyes, those tantalizing eyes of his and see the hurt each time he looks at me. And I want to just hold him in my arms and tell him I love him.

Love should not be one-sided, but a two way thing. Like I believe it is with them. "Them." There is no "we", "us", only "them" as I see before my eyes. I never thought he would actually fall in love with someone else, but, then, I should have thought about that when I was cheating.

And it breaks my heart into a million tiny pieces.