I had never laughed so hard, never been so happy. There was not a time in my life that a man had mattered that much.Again I can't describe with words. But let me call you perfect. Which is what you were, in every way.
Do you remember, how we used to make each other so happy, so happy nothing else mattered?
Maybe not.I had stopped taking cabs, not because I was broke, but because you'd rather take me everywhere.
You spoilt me silly with sweet nothings. The chocolate bribes & the ice-cream fights. I will never forget.
My fondest memory is of you too sick to even talk & yet you looked at me & said I was the sexiest woman you'd ever known.I taste salt, but these tears aren't from raw pain, just from a broken heart.A heart that remembers too much and eyes that have seen love fade.Once you had been worried if people around got jealous of us. I really didn't care.
You would fix your eyes on me & no one else, you would tell me you were proud to be with the most beautiful woman.
I was never ticklish, not until your fingers touched me. Every single part of me.
For every time we made love, I lost a part of my soul to yours.
When I carried our child, I was your emerald. Precious. You never let my feet touch the ground. And after the miscarriage, when I was broken, your lips dried all my tears.
You called me something, something sweet, filling, perfect, hot. You called me muffin.
I have been your everything, I am now your nothing.
Should we keep pretending that we don't know what went wrong, or are you as tired as I?