Inlove

I can’t tell how long I was in there for, but my heart was aching at my selfish request. The warm water did not take the pain away as it only reminded of something, his touch. I reminisced on all the time that we had spent together, all the things he had done for me, all the things I was feeling and how I wanted so much. We had sex, we were happy and he was making sure that I was, but was it enough?

Well, the hurt in my heart answered that question, didn’t it? it was simply not enough to be husband and wife anymore, it was not enough to be happy anymore? I wanted so much more, I wanted what Samantha had. Tears burned my heart at my own silly confession and it clogged my chest with pain and threatened to suffocate me as I jammed my lips together, holding back myself from crying or giving in to the pain that he only could give to me. I knew that seeing Samantha earlier had brought these thoughts to me. I could still remember the smug look she had on her face, the smile on her lips, the