Love; an intense feeling of deep attraction. A bitter sweet word misused in todays society. Hearing 'I love you' use to make me feel happy and safe, but now, it holds a sour taste in my mouth. It no longer gifts me with hope anymore. Yet, what does it matter? Whatever positive wish or hope I have left is that my fiancé will come home instead of having affairs.
I use to love Edward, with all of my heart. That love started to fade when he began coming home late, or not at all, with some sort of sign he was with a female. His replies to me became short and snippy. I know I should leave but the less he comes home, the more my heart aches. Although he denies it, the thing that hurt most is that I noticed that whatever feelings he had for me disintegrated.
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Maybe It's Destiny
Roman d'amourRosie Bernard isn't in the best relationship, with her cheating fiancé, but with high hopes she tries to make it work. I mean they are engaged and in love. At least... she thinks they are when he is actually home. When promoted at work, she finds h...
