There\'s always going to be other women.
I don\'t think I\'m ever going to be enough for any man.
Do I love too strongly? Do I care too much?
Should I wear less clothing? Should I let him call me a slut?
These other women that I find these men with.. they are so, so terribly plain.
They have no personality. Some of them hardly have a brain.
They only have what is between their legs.
But, I have so much more to offer than that.
I can love you. I can fight next to you and I will be your number one fan.
I want to try your favorite flavor of ice cream and I want to hear the way your favorite song escapes your lips.
I want to hold you when you have had the worst nightmare of your life.
I want to celebrate your victories and mourn your losses.
I want to turn the worn pages of my favorite book while you sip your god awful iced coffee.
I want to memorize every detail of your face and listen to your laugh on repeat.
I have so much to offer.
But you don\'t care.
There\'s always other women whispering seductive things in my man\'s ear.
The man that I am particularly writing about was never actually mine.
These were just wild fantasies that my mind made up, all because a man was polite to me and made me feel wanted for a few days.
The other woman, she\'s real.