"I love you, " he whispered.
I shook my head with tears in my eyes."This is not love.How can it be love when it feels one sided? How can it be love when I am the only one who seemed to put effort in this relationship? "
"Babe can we at least talk about it? Can we at least try couple's therapy, before you do this? Please,I'll do anything but please don't leave, " he begged.
His beautiful brown eyes had tears in them, they were my most favourite thing about him.
They were the first thing I fell in love with, I loved the way they would always tell me things he couldn't tell me. They are the same eyes that professed his love for me before he even had the courage to.
His eyes always told me the truth. There were times when I used to ask him if he had a good day at work, he would say 'yes', but his eyes would say 'no'.
When I first tried to bake a cake, he ate the whole cake and told me it was terrific, but his eyes exposed his lies.
Every morning, he would tell me that I sang very well in the shower, but his eyes told me something else.
His truthful eyes became the end of us.
'Where were you ?' I asked
'I was chilling with the guys,' he said, but his eyes said something else. They slapped me with the same answer they have always given me whenever I used ask him this question...
'I was with her'
