Tuesday, May 19, 2015

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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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