She sees them walking hand-in-hand. They kiss. She is immediately reminded of the lies, the deceit, the betrayal but yet there is no hate. No anger. It's as though someone licked his spoon and stuck it in her soup. At first she's confused, and then she gets territorial. "What was I?" She walks on. It's not fair. He's always ahead of her. "Why didn't I see it coming?" Love isn't blind. Pride and self blinds. She wants perfection but needs to understand that perfection comes from God. She longs for the day the silence breaks. "Oh Lord, when will it be my turn? Will I always be in someone else's shadow?" She sighs in frustration.
