When did this story morph? When did it change from a tale of two to a tragedy of three?

I'm struck with the realization that I'm holding onto a man who, for now, is holding onto me but he has still not let go of her.

She is no longer here, but he won't let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that's easy. I'm left alone.

I know I'm not the woman he so obviously hungers for and even though I'm not who he wants, I find myself stupidly willing to be her substitute.

I'm going crazy. I want this man to posess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.

If I am going to drown, this isn’t such a bad way to go. Isn’t that the biggest mindfuck of all?