I jumped. Yes, I jumped into this fiery ring with full knowledge of what I was doing. I couldn't help myself. She was a wonder to behold. It didn't matter that she was married. It didn't matter that she had children. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her hair was the most wonderful shade of honey-blond. Her eyes were liquid pools of green fire. Our passion knew no bounds. We lived in a world made just for us. But like all things, our world had an end. She was married. She had children. They were beautiful children. But they were not my children. She did not wear my ring. I watched from the shadows as she gave herself to them. She gave them her attention, her love, her laughter. Her honey hair flipped in flirtation for him, not me. She wore sexy underwear for him, not me.
I tried to make her mine. Tried to preserve her forever where no one could ever take her from me. But he stopped me. Now I watch them from behind the veil. And I wait.