So a few days back, a friend of mine wrote a blog post, "FACETS"
This young lady writes ridiculously awesome stuff, and well I just attempted to infer and bring out the other side in my own way.
Facets, the guy's side-
I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have done that.
This young lady writes ridiculously awesome stuff, and well I just attempted to infer and bring out the other side in my own way.
Facets, the guy's side-
I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have done that.
Alcohol gets me, I shouldn’t have had as much as I actually
did. I don’t even remember what really happened, I just wish I could change it,
Amy has given me a lot more than I could ask for, I feel so guilty for not
being as good a husband as she has been a wife.
Last night I decided to tell her.
I thought of a million ways, what would hurt her the least,
all in vain, made my wound of guilt deeper, I am no more the man I promised her
to be. I didn’t realize I had been flipping channels all the time this was
going in my head. I decided to tell her, I called her, I guess I called her
more than once, I reckon, I wasn’t sure if I really called her or it was in my
head. She was doing the dishes, the dinner was so lifeless tonight, I spoke nothing,
fearing the unspoken would come out, and she spoke nothing, only her eyes spoke
a lot. I bawled her name out, and the other second she was right there, she
moved out hastily to be there when I called. It multiplied my contriteness and
also my fear, all my love for her revived, I wanted to die that very moment,
she doesn’t deserve me, I wanted it all back, like the very night I proposed
marriage to her. In that urge to pull things from the past I chose to kiss,
like our first, just desperately trying to recreate that moment and set
everything right, I know she loves me, I could tell that by the way she touched,
and it was pure, as always.
I could feel her, like I just knew no matter what she’ll
always be there, period.
My pain unleashed, in tears though but I felt light at
heart. I hadn’t yet told her but I chose not to, not tonight, I felt so safe
yet so weak with her.I wanted things to quieten, and asked my love to put me to
sleep, and she did.
Once again I had been selfish, I slept off heedless of the
turmoil I may have left her with.