Why is she doing this to me?

Why is she acting like this?

Like I'm nothing to her? I'm everything to her, just like she's everything to me.

I watch as she moves closer and closer to him. I can feel the anger in me. It's loud. It wants to be heard.

She's never touched me like she's touching him.

She's never looked at me the way she's looking at him.

Why?

She knows what we had. What we have.

She knows it as much as I know it.

She told me. With her glances and her smiles. Her touch. Her beauty.

I know she knows.

Maybe I have to remind her. Again.