The Missing Piece

The Missing Piece

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I made a choice which I thought will make me happy and complete. I tried to forget random things that hurt me in the past. I marry someone and it didn't work. It took me forever before I got the courage to marry again. So I did. We tried to work things out and when I can finally let him in to my life he just left me. Not literally. I'm on the process that I would not be able to be happy again. That I would never be let out my feelings again... And it seemed the fate's having fun of me, my life's really a big joke. The guy I married first came. Again.. I can't take off my accusation to him, he once hurt me and I have this feeling that he will just played with me, again. And i don't want to be attach to him, not in a third chance. I don't want to feel that nightmares again. Not again. But he proved to me that he's worth it.. that he deserved my trust once more. So I let him to be part of my life AGAIN. And with that he completed "The Missing Piece" in me.
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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