For the rest of the Life...
On a bruised soul, a scar that'll remain, even when you forgive, the pain stays. Wiser, smarter or alert, you may become; the agony, like shadow simply follows. At times, happy that the nightmare is over and then, sometimes shrivel at the lack of apathy. What did I do wrong? He kept asking himself. Undervalued, challenged and never accepted. Together yet separate, expectations stemming out of comparisons. "You ain't passionate, don't dress well, nor have a car that matches a style." "Stifled for space", she argued. "You keep checking if I have reached the venue. don't you trust me, I can take care of myself, " she yelled and scorned. He was in love, albeit blind just concerned, she had a ride, cause its 2AM, lil did he know, she was in happier arms, that gave her the warmth and a ride back home. He chanced upon some text and e-mails, that professed love, happiness and the life together, He knew, it was the end...