Random thoughts and feelings

Random thoughts and feelings

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Life is like a tree. We have moments when we are never better, strong inside and out. Our lives are together we all know what's what. Then something happens we stop having the strength we did before, we start to change. We still hold beauty but start losing it. People don't see the pain and agony at first and when they do we've already lost it all. Then we have the seasons when we don't have anything. We are brittle, easily snapped in two. We have no hope no love no nothing. Even when people are there and others go through it too we don't relate. After some time we gain back our hope and happiness. We start to love again and be loved. We see color and brightness. Our world changes, always has always will. When it's bad you know it has to get better. And it's it great you know eventually something bad will happen. And that's the tree of life. At least that's how I think of it. Also photo creds to: SimonVelazquezArt (on DeviantArt)
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"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reserved

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