His ex-wife and his ex-lover were kissing in front of him, on the sofa.
"Hey, I'm here." yet the women didn't stop.
It is of no avail. In that fraction of a lifetime when love happens, love only exists. Lovers are oblivious to all but their love. In that moment there is nothing but their love, and they are oblivious, blissfully, blessedly oblivious to anything but their love.
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