She left
Today she came to me
after a long, long time. She doesn’t come to me regularly anymore; the way she
used to. I missed her eyes the most. Brown, moist, so full of questions.
She wanted to break
free. I know. I could tell. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I hadn’t tied
her up to myself. I just kept her back. On the contrary, I wanted her to make a
choice and be clear within herself. That’s why I didn’t give her freedom
earlier. What if she had left earlier and then regretted leaving it all behind?
So I made her stay longer; against her wishes. But now, her bags were packed.
And she was ready to leave, and go.
No. Running away from
a bad marriage is not a sin for me. And I’m God.
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