We shared one heart, one mind and one soul. We were suppose to be the perfect version of Jack and rose. Finally, I found out I was the only keeper on our love field and he was a player, no had been a player all along. . .
That faithful morning, I planned a surprise visit. Stopping at usual at the front of his house to take a sweet selfie.
The music coming from the room was so loud. It wasnt the kind he listens to. I strolled to the room anyway. I knocked, there was no answer. I opened slowly.... There he was, they they were.... Humping eachother... Moaning loudly, sweating bodies.
I couldnt believe my eyes.
It was a disgusting sight!
I stood there motionless. I found my feet and ran to the sitting room. I screamed! I screamed harder! I couldnt believe it was happening to me, the love I had built all these while.
For a second, I thought about the plate of meat I prepared for him. He had been looking into my eyes and lying all these while!
I wasn't thinking. I didnt want to think. I ran to the kitchen and came out with a knife. I searched for them, wherever they were hiding!
It was perfect. It was meant to be perfect. I was getting mad with pain and betrayal. My eyes shot fires, he still could look at me in the eyes! What shameful gut!!
I meant to strike, I wanted to strike. Then I heard his voice..... "Princess" He called.
I hated every bit of the sound of my name in his mouth. Yet my knife fell, I reached for it like a wounded lady.
Then he zoomed past me, my eyes caught his dangling prick as he made futile attempt to cover his rottening nakedness. I chased after them both.
What hurt in the entire situation was the love that turned sour all of a sudden. For eight years, I have loved only him. He made a bloody mess of my innocent heart.
I ran to the kitchen, came with a drink. I wish I could drink my eyes out, drink my heart out. I drank carelessly.
I wept bitterly as I drank. My love was too sweet to have turned out this way. My love was so sincere to have stabbed me in the back. So true, to have become a dear. So passionate to have turned shapeless.
The drink couldnt contain my pain. I took to the pillow. Hugging it so sight as if it was the wasted beautiful memories we once shared together.
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It was a love between an angel and a Demon. He had called me a fool of these while, what hurt the most is seeing how blind and foolish I had been.
I gave my fall for a box of fading blank papers. Too tired, I thought about our times together. I regretted everybit... I dozed off slowly.
A sleep of pain.
It was a tormented sleep. I heard his voice everywhere. I fell to the floor for another round of the broken sleep:tired, depressed, frustrated, waiting for nothing in particular.
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Nothing could suffice. . .
Don't wake me up!!!
Yea, yea, yea...... And that was it.
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(Aside, this post turned out to be very annoying because of the network that chose to be bad tonight. This is 20 minutes past 11pm and I have been on this post trying to upload this pictures since 7pm..... Gosh! Yikes!)