I've always been a strong woman of faith. Love was always my strongest trait. I always cared for people.
I loved, I lost, and I lived.
I met Matthew my freshman year of college. I was a waitress in the local area. Matthew would come in almost every day. I was starting to like his company time after time. He'd smile at me, and order a cup of coffee as he studied.
We finally got to talking, and we instantly fell in love. He claimed it was love at first sight.
7 years ago doesn't seem that long ago. We were 18, falling in love like the movies.
Our mornings were my favorite part of the day. We'd wake up every morning to the bright sunshine that peaked through the blinds, to light up the entire room. I'd feel his kisses on my cheek that woke me. He's the reason why I smiled every morning. Looking into his bright hazel eyes, I'd cherish every moment.
Matthew is beautiful. Every detail is breathtaking, the way God sculpted him, he's an angel.
Sometimes we'd make breakfast together, and sometimes we'd sleep in.
Love never fails when it's real.
Lately, the routines has changed. The laughter is faded, the sun hides behind the clouds, everyday is grey.
No more morning kisses and giggles. Matthew has been distant from me and happiness. He'd wake up without a word and head straight to work.
Matthew wanted a son. He wanted to have kids, and so did I. But life was never that simple for us. I'd think, maybe God had other plans for us, but by the end of the day, I couldn't help but to blame myself. Matthew always told me that it was okay, and there's something else in store, and that I was all he needed. It took me a while to accept it and move on. It's been a year and a half since we stopped trying.
Today, I watched Matthew get up, and walk to the bathroom without a word, like the new usual.
It's been rainy, the weather has been bad, lately. But I'd just watch it drip onto the windows as time past me by.
Matthew leaves the house without a sound, like I had expected. He's not happy anymore. It's all I can think about. Will we ever be okay again?
I walk around the house, as I look at our pictures that hung upon the walls. We were happy, truly happy in these photos. I smile at the memories as I hear the rain hit the house outside.
If I have known, Matthew.
Around 8 o'clock, he'd come home from work, but tonight, he never came home.
All I can think of was the worst, of course, but I just waited.
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The Origin of Heaven
Kısa Hikaye"Without you, life seems so empty. My joy, my pride, my love. Where did you go? I need you." Heaven notices a bit of a change in her & her husband's routine. She also notices his melancholy and his distance. Is he happy anymore?
