No...other girls are beautiful.
Like the girls at your job. The girls you were excessively kind to. The ones you knew you could never have, but fantasize about when we kiss, or make love.

I am just a companion.
Your sense of familiarity.
Vessel to your children.

A whore...
Same breasts, same everything.

The walking contradiction, full of mistakes.
Very similar to a parasite, draining you of life...but you call me your wife.

© -A-