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To be the third one

I never would have thought I could be a lover. A situation like hundreds of others you hear or read about. Thousands of phone calls, nice text messages, confessions, declarations, a few meetings (to be clear, sex was to be the cherry on the cake after he parted with his wife). Yesterday's wishes, today's silence, some short message, badly. I break up into a million pieces, I feel such pain inside. I know that this is the fate of the third one, basically at my own request I am in the situation I am in. Do these situations ever end well? How can you forget about the man I love so much? The joy in me only appears when he calls, then a smile enters my face. What should I do with myself now?


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