I loved her. I loved her so dearly. However this feeling was not mutual.
On Tuesday when I came back from my hometown short vacation, she was there waiting; she was sulking at me. On Wednesday, I tried to passionately look at her, but she refused to cooperate; she gave me the cold shoulder instead. Thursday came by and we still did not do things like we normally did; I wanted to complain but my confidante was not around. Come Friday and I was desperate for the love that I was entitled to – after all she is destined to be my wife – but it never came by.
I was left high and dry, more then an abandoned kitten by the roadside.
Why oh why I could not understand her? It was not that hard to do. We have been doing great since September ’08. She was my first love in this beautiful twin towers. She is a good teacher – of life, of my personal self, of everything that I stood for – and I am grateful for that. I promised that I’ll marry her, and be serious in our relationship. And yet, she is very hard to please.
I wonder how things are going to be when I trully married to work as promised.
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