Shards of Our Souls

She’s beautiful. Slim, like фитоняshі from stories. Puffy lips—not disgusting, overfilled “dumplings,” but clearly with filler. Hair dyed in a pricey salon. The skirt emphasizes a firm, bouncing butt. Young, stylish, smiling… That’s the wife of my husband’s man. Once I was bright too—devilish in the eyes and with a figure like a photo model. Happy and full of hope. Only everyday life would have killed the euphoria. It killed me. Or… maybe I still know how to live and love?