Enrico
I don't want her.
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
I never wanted to be in this marriage. This is so f*cked up!
That was three years ago.
Oh, if only that version of me knew where we'd end up.
Funny how love worked on our part. I don't think people can exactly comprehend how things flipped completely upside down for two people who undeniably hated each other.
Yes, I used to push her away and I did literally everything in my power to make her feel unwanted in my life.
I admit, she wasn't my type. She wasn't the woman of my dreams.
But because of her, I learned that my dreams weren't enough to make me happy.
There was another woman who I dreamt of being with, and every day I spend with Cari before was a day stolen from me and that woman.
Every single time I sneak to see her, to defy my relationship with Cari, the less I'm happy with life. It's like I was never contented, but still, I hated the idea of being with another woman in the same house.
I was so torn, until we got married and I saw fear in my wife's eyes for the first time ever.
Am I a monster?
Those were the only words playing in my head when I saw her afraid to enter the bedroom on the night of our wedding. Like I was going to force her into doing something that she doesn't want to do.
I know I'm not a dream guy, or an ideal man, but I wanted to be better for her.
Since then, I realized how badly I want her to feel comfortable with me, slowly but surely.
And slowly, my head was occupied with thoughts of her. Every single day, thoughts of her safety and what she's up to, are what motivates me to come home to her, even though we weren't on good terms.
My direction in this marriage wasn't clear, but the confusion slowly mitigated when I got to see the different sides to Cari: how she gets mad, how she wants to be treated, how she thinks, and everything there is for me to know about her.
One day, the most improbable thing happened, and I think we both didn't saw it coming.
Who knew that the fruit of those nights was the one who would bring us together?
Damn, just thinking about them makes me smile.
There's an inexplicable feeling of warmth everytime they get mentioned or when I think of them, most especially when I see them.
My heart skipped a beat when my phone rang in my pocket, interrupting me from my thoughts and the sunset, here by the shore.
Incoming call...
My Lifeline
Accept Decline
My lips curved into a soft smile upon answering the call.
"Hi," I greeted like a shy boy.
["Daddy! Can you come back...please?"]
Our 2 year old daughter's voice alarmed me for some reason.
Why is she holding Cari's phone?
"Baby, why are you holding Mommy's phone?" I softly asked.
