Love was brewed. I have lived and enjoyed the roses, flowers, chivalry, romance...name it. I am not sure if my tears are for the memories or the present flip of coin.
Long distance relationships are possible but hard. I have turned down coffee dates, going to parties, keeping male friends, work dinners and all manly conversations that trigger any flame. I have spent years holding dear to my beloved. Ultimate submission playing wife in the dating scene. I am not supposed to be mad that I was brought up in that culture and yes I have lived up to it proudly.
My man has cheated, been forgiven, and boom! An expert in silent treatment and arguments to create time for another,others,more...
I am deeply hurt because of the sacrifices I have made. I am shattered at the idea of being taken for granted. I breakdown at the thought of wasted years. I am completely finished thinking of where to find another. I am scared of falling into yet a fresh phase of tears.
I will wipe these tears because I have a chance to find happiness. Who will guarantee the next move? Why do I feel like "The Gambler" incumbent? Why can't hearts break even? Why is love so hard?
AGE WILL NEVER MAKE US IMMUNE TO MATTERS OF THE HEART.