No one tells you you’ll spend the next six months wide awake at night staring at your ceiling, reliving the moment he pushed himself inside you without your permission.
I was left in my bed asking myself if I wanted it. If what had just happened had been consensual.
The thought of loving someone so much, of being so captivated by someone, only to have them ripped from you will take it’s toll on your heart and mind.
I was scared lose you. I was scared other girls were going to fall in love with you and see what I saw in you. Freighted that the boy I loved so much would soon realize there is someone else out there that is better than me.
For 27 years of my life I lived on my terms and conditions, was loved by everybody. I was my mom’s lifeline, my dad’s princess, my siblings’ confidante, a little angel, a punching bag and what not; until one fine day, I was married off and my life took a drastic turn.
We never even kissed. I wonder if you are just the same today. I will probably never know.
I miss you. So bad. And all I know is that you are actually a stranger to me, and that we are not supposed to fall for people we don’t know.
Every night I sit alone. As the rest of the world settles down at the table with family and friends, my need for food or comfort was relinquished long ago.
Hymnster- A devout Jesus loving Hipster, by our definition.
I was unhappy, and so was she.