she and him

She loves him more than she loves me. You cannot detect it in her actions. But you can see it in her eyes. All the time. All she talks to me about is him. It all is about him. Everytime. So much so that at times I feel neglected. Does she have no time for me? As I said you can’t detect it in her actions. She does everything for me. But she doesn’t have the ear for my woes, my stories and anecdotes. Because our conversation is always about him. What’s uncanny is also the fact that both of them are alike. They are on the same curve. In the same spectrum. In the same realm. And they don't realise it. For them, loving each other is probably loving their own self.