Through his eyes

Loving him was dark sometimes. The slow chills I got every time he rolled his eyes on me. Those cold nights when he wouldn't be home. Every time he said I love You with a dying passion. Those milliseconds of awkwardness every time I said something stupid. Those times when he ignored me to talk to the younger, more beautiful, perkier girls at parties. Most importantly at times when i felt insecure about him not loving my body. I remember the times when we were crazy in love. He was not always the man that he is now. He made me feel like the most beautiful girl in this world, every day, all day long. Even at times when I was down with fever. Even at mornings when my face didn't have a touch of makeup. Even when I was home in my cozy flowery pajamas and dad's shirt. He never let me feel insecure about my body type which I know has never been the sexy kind. I love him. I loved him. I never thought that a day would come when the man I married would make me feel alone in a roo

She looked at the reflection in the mirror. She looked closely at that face. Same big, brown eyes, same rounded nose, same dark eyebrows, same thin lips, same rosy cheeks, and the same pale skin. None of her features had changed except the length of her hair. She looked at that wooden mirror frame that hadn't even been slightly moved since the day they moved into that house. She looked at the same chipped paint on her bedside that she had been meaning to paint over. She looked at the red velvety carpet on her floor. She looked at the dusty books on the book rack. She looked around. Nothing, NOTHING had changed!.. And yet everything felt different. Everything was different. …….. The tide in her heart hadn't settled yet. Her smeared mascara had dried up under her eyes. Her lips trembling. Tears dried up. She just gazed into nothingness. Motionless! Images and movements playing in her mind on repeat. Memories, sad memories, hurtful memories of the time she wished she could for

She seems like a wild flower A forbidden beauty Only to see from a far Only to fantasize when alone.. Whenever she's around I feel this rush of blood I can't resist, looking at her Admiring the magic in her smile ...I love her! She catches my eyes at times Doesn't react, just looks away Her cheeks turn red.. Does she like that I'm here? ..recording every little move of her's? Or is she shy? Does she love me too? Oh this feeling of compassion I'm restless.. i just want to talk to her ..endlessly.. About the most random things. I just want to see her smile.. look deep into her eyes.. To feel the warmth of her breath.. To feel the presence of her body.. I want to love her!! Is it wrong? that I dream about her every night? that I could do anything to just "accidentally" touch her? To feel the warm porcelain skin of her's? I want her!!! She's so beautiful, its unreal! How can she have such a strong hold of my h