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