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    And everyday was just a blessing ever since I had her in my life.  The sight of her makes me weak in the knees, her smile makes me want to kiss her, her voice music to my ears, and her stare makes my heart melt.  I could just sit next to her for hours and enjoy just being there.  We didn’t even have to say a word.  Just being there with her was all that I need. 

     

    But just like other things you love, the novelty wears out.  Well, it didn’t really wear out for me.  Life just gets kinda busy and I spend less and less time with her and more and more time with my work.  After years of being in love with the only person I’ve ever fallen for, it kind of became a habit.  Coming home from work, I start to go on and on about how bad my day has been.  And she listened and consoled me every time it happened.  I forget who I was.  I forget how important and special she is.  And I forget asking how her day has been.  Whether she had a bad day

     

    At nights when she’s asleep, I look at her.  Thinking how lucky I was to have her in my life.  She has made my life easier, bearable and more colorful.  How could I have forgotten that?  How could I have taken her for granted?  I kissed her on her forehead, whispering how sorry I was in her ear.  Every night I promise myself I’d be a better partner for her.  To pay more attention to her needs.  To spend more time with her.  And to listen to what she has to say.  I have taken her and everything we have built the past years for granted. 

     

    But everyday I come home; I automatically get into my usual tirade.  Cursing and swearing till there was no more left to say.  Our conversation stopped to flow.  We started to argue.  We couldn’t talk about anything.  Even talking about food would cause arguments.  Speaking of the weather is the safest topic.  We not only stopped talking, we also stopped listening to each other in the end.  Our communication failed.  One of the most common errors in a failing relationship.

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    Comments

    1. Good to see you back thumbs.

      This was so Poignantly written, and captured Bette’s transition from season 1 to 2 perfectly. Thanks for sharing.

      Simply beautiful.

    2. T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
      damm girl it’s be a fucking while since I talked to you. This was a great story, but I should have never read it. Sorry it just a shity time right now for me, but I’m just happy to see you posted something. Hope your trip is all right

    3. Yeah, travelling for biz can suck big time. I hope your trip ends quickly and you can be home soon. (There’s no place like home)

      Interesting chapter! Hope, despair and rejoice. Interesting.

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