She doesn’t look like me. She doesn’t sound like me. Why is she touching him? Why is she kissing him? Why is he kissing her? Oh my god. I know who it is, it’s her, it can’t be, please god no don’t let it be. She’s telling him she’s always loved him, he tells her the same. They embrace, they reminisce, they look deeply at each other…

I feel like I’ve woken up from an electric shock. My heart is pounding through my chest and through my throat. Sweat is soaking my body, but I feel as dry as a desert. I always felt like something was off about her. Her gaze lingers at him for too long. Her hands hold onto him for too long. I don’t trust her, and he shouldn’t either. A lot of women struggle with their partners having female friends. Platonic as they may be, a woman’s intuition is never one to doubted in any circumstance.

I’ve been having these nightmares every night. I feel like I’m in a horror movie. Her presence is haunting, everything is haunting me. My partner is so unaware and I’m being consumed by constant worry and fear. My body is itching to tell him. But how would that make me look? Crazy, insecure, jealous. Crazy girlfriend alert. I can’t bear him viewing me as that, I’m better than that.

She’s coming to his dance class tonight. The ladies swoon over him as he twirls and leaps in the air. I feel like drowning in a cave, i feel heat running all through body, anger coursing through me. I can’t take this anymore. Time to found out who she really is. Time to prove a woman’s intuition is never wrong.