On Cheating.
It’s funny how the excitement you feel at the beginning of an affair lies in how wrong it is, and it’s only enhanced by the need for secrecy. But when you’re the other woman, as much as you convince yourself that he’s here because you’re better, hotter, smarter, more exciting… you have these thoughts that refuse to leave you alone. You keep reminding yourself of your awesomeness—you’re the sexiest, the most desirable, the best, best, best, but… you’re a secret. And sometimes all you want to do is talk. And hold onto his arm and walk down a hallway. And tell everyone. You get sick of being the other person, especially when he’s all you have.
