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-Anonymous
Here I was, Sitting idle in the hall full of guests.
and there my husband was, with another woman.
a very silly part of me wanted to feel proud for what he was doing. He was pretending to save the life of a woman who belonged with his past; who intended to kill herself, If he came closer to any other woman.
Sure, she knew I'm His wife, but she was told that I and He have differences so vast; that I and He are living a life of compromise; that He loves her only.
This wasn't true though. He loved Me. He assured me that She was his past. And I am his present and future. He assured me that I'm his everything now!
The thought of doubting him made me feel guilty! I trusted him. I still trust him.
But even then, watching someone else holding his hand, made me feel insecure; watching his hand around someone Else's waist, made me feel lonely.
No, I wasn't doubting HIM, I was doubting my fate.
I was experiencing the feelings of a woman.
In that entire room however, no matter where He was, he had his eyes fixed on me.
He was trying to read my expressions, he was trying to predict my thoughts; But I was blank! Completely blank.
I was feeling no sensation at all. Just numbness, and a hint of an unidentified pain somewhere in my chest.
All this time, I was avoiding his gaze, avoiding eye contact with him. Because I knew, the moment his piercing gaze would touch my eyes, I would break! I would fail to hold back the boiling tears any longer.
And I was not in a state to afford it.
So there I was, alone. Inspite of his following eyes, I was ALL alone.
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The reception was over soon..
It was time to have him next to me after so long tonight; It was time to walk home.
It was Time, to walk with him......
He looked at Me after so long tonight -Like looked at Me, not Studied Me; Which He was doing all this time tonight. And his expression ........ I don't know what it said. His big brown eyes had so much in them!
We started to walk.
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| And for the first time Tonight; When I was walking right next with him at last --I felt lonely. Miserably lonely.... |
