She lies on this side of the bed on this cold lonely night. With her feather pillow as the only witness to her tears. Morbid thoughts flood her suspecting and befuddled mind. How could this happen to us? Have I changed? Have you? We are so good together you know. You and me - we're the perfect two. She gave up everything, the only thing she ever had, to start a life with you. With no back-up plan, with nothing to go back to. Only to be with you. She's swallowed her pride. She's ignored disdainful eyes. Because she loves you. She truthfully and wholeheartedly loves you. But everytime you have these fights she starts asking herself - has she made the right decision? Is this the kind of relationship that she can handle in the next 10, 20 years? She often would curse herself for being so trustful of you, of your promises. Maybe she just loves you too much. Too much that she has left nothing for herself.
She's scared. If it ever ends, she will be shattered to pieces. Where will she go? How can she start all over again? How can she move on and face the world with her head over her shoulders? She's scared that one day she might give up without knowing what forever is like with you.
You have no idea what it is to be her. No idea.
POST SCRIPT:
She's glad you've talked. It's odd how she could be so furious at you for one minute and yet then when you make-up, she completely and instantly forget all the hurt. All the doubts. All the fears. That's how weak she is when it comes to you. It's just so adorable seeing you sometimes discreetly waving the white flag in some ways only you can pull off. She is at no words but to smile meekly and open her arms to you as she closes her eyes thinking, "This is my man. Mine. And always will be". At the end of it all, the only thing that really matters is love. Just love.
How sweet it is to be loved by you.
She's glad you've talked. It's odd how she could be so furious at you for one minute and yet then when you make-up, she completely and instantly forget all the hurt. All the doubts. All the fears. That's how weak she is when it comes to you. It's just so adorable seeing you sometimes discreetly waving the white flag in some ways only you can pull off. She is at no words but to smile meekly and open her arms to you as she closes her eyes thinking, "This is my man. Mine. And always will be". At the end of it all, the only thing that really matters is love. Just love.
How sweet it is to be loved by you.
