It Hurt So Good

It Hurt So Good

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It Hurt So Good This is mess. This is not the marriage I wish for. This isn't the life that I want to.Why is this happening? I didn't do anything or say something, for me to experience this kind of life. Why should be me, did I really deserve this? Why would I marry a person that didn't even like me nor love me that I'm just the one who've been so in love? This is just some of why's that I ask to myself. "You deserve this" he continue says then slap me in the face. I just cry silently because if he heared me crying he would beat me again until I feel dumb. "This is not enough for you to feel what I feel" he said. "Then why you also agreed to this marriage?" I asked. "Do you really wanna know?" He asked I nod slowly. "It's just because of inheritance, if I didn't agreed then grandpa will not give me my inheritance, I would be poor if that's happen" he stated. "And for your information I don't love you even any single details" he countinued. After that he already leave me at the room and afterwards I can hear the car engine leaving the house. This is your fault, if you just didn't agreed to this marriage, then you shouldn't experiencing this. Did I really deserve this kind of pain I experiencing? I slowly stood up form the floor and immediately enter the comport room room to see myself. As I entered the comport room I look myself on the mirror.A pale face, black color under my eyes, swollen chicks, messy hair And skinny body. A warm water runs to my chicks from my eyes and I just realized that I'm crying again. "How long would I Will stay in this life. How long!?" I murmur and sit on the floor. I burst into tears like there's no tomorrow until I didn't realized that I slept on the cold floor. The sun beaming through her blinds causing for her to wake up. She's still on the floor, her husband didn't go home.
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YuanFen

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

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