INterTWiNed FaTEs

We didn't meet in the best circumstances, considering we shared the same man. Me with my worn torn black dress and wild curly hair and her with her perfectly coiffed hair and designer shades and shoes. I watched her walk, talking on her cell phone smiling and carrying on. Was it him? Did he give her the obligatory mid-day call? Show that he cared? While what he really thought about her got tucked away three times a week in an apartment he kept across town, she didn't know about? Or maybe it was one of her friends catching up and finding out the next time they could all get together. Several people glanced at her as she passed them. She seemed to carry an air of confidence as naturally as her skin.
She was pretty. Not classically, but everything on her face was proportional to make people think she was. Funny though, she didn't look at all as I had imagined. I hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't this. I felt like a voyeur. Here I was across the street staring at her, I knew her, but she didn't know me. For a moment I felt a sense of power. She probably would keep living her life as if she were the luckiest woman alive - a wonderful career, a great husband. But I knew the truth. Even if she didn't. She started to drift away from my line of vision. Was it merely a coincidence that I recognized her? Or was this a sign? The truth of the matter was I didn't care. If she was stupid enough to be blind, who was I to pop her proverbial bubble. Besides I liked the private joke between him and I.
"The signs are all around," he'd said. "I leave them everywhere."
"Why doesn't she see them?" I'd asked.
"She's afraid to be alone."
"I'm not." I'd said.
"That's why I love you," he'd respond and kiss me on my neck.
And I would laugh.

I clutched the little pendant, he had given me for my birthday and walked back to my office building. I saw the elevator about to close, so I hurried up to catch it. When I got inside, I made eye contact with HER! His wife. She didn't say anything. She didn't smile. We kept to our own corners. I wanted to say something anything to hear her speak. Maybe then I would have a clearer picture of her. The elevator stopped and she got off. My heart slowly left my throat and returned back to my chest. Maybe signs were only for the superstitious. But maybe our paths would cross again.......