"My MaRiLyn..."

81.

"Gosh,what are you doing here?" Marilyn asks me as she stands by her door not willing to let me in.

"I want us to run away together. I'll set you free from all this pain that you're feeling just let me help you," I tell her and she chuckles.

" Only God can take away my pain and not man. Timmy,how many times have I told you to move on and figure out what to do with your life?" She asks now looking concerned about me.

"So many times but I love you," I tell her and she laughs.

"A 33 year old woman can't be in love with a 27 year old person and matter of fact I'm married and a mother. I can't be with you," she tells me and I can't leave now.

All hope feels like its being lost.

"You never loved me? Not even a little bit?" I ask Marilyn and she crosses her arms and looks me right in the eyes.

"Love is not sex neither is sex love. Love is a commitment. We had non of that in our little fiasco. We we're not in love and I don't love you. I love Richard. He is my husband and he loves me too. We've been through a lot together that I wouldn't want a little pretty boy destroy it," she dead on informs me.

I feel broken. Tears begin to stream down my face and the surprised look Marilyn gives me.

"What the fuck are you doing? This is a public place,wipe those tears now," she tells me as she looks around the neighbourhood streets hoping nobody is paying attention to us.

I then get on my knees and touch her feet,she is mortified.

"Timothy get off of me and go home," she says and I begin to beg her to let me stay and figure out how we can run away together.

"Lets run away and I'll take care of you more than you can imagine. I love you so very much. Lets go some place where nobody knows our names and start our new life there," I suggest and she shakes her head in disbelief.

"I don't love you. I never have," she tells me and my heart breaks into a million bloody pieces.

I get up from the floor and look at Marilyn with my swollen eyes.

"Tell me,you love Richard or me?" I ask.

"A million of times,Richard will always be on all the answers. I love him," she replies and I nod in affirmation.

I begin to walk home depressed even more. Marilyn doesn't love me. As I keep on replaying all she said to me about choosing Richard over me,I get angrier and angrier.

Who is he that Marilyn has chosen him over me? What does he have that I don't? Why is he the only thing Marilyn has chosen over my love for her?

Why has she forgotten all that we shared and a lot more? Why has she decided to toss me aside? I'm broken.