“Forget love, I’d rather fall in chocolate” – Linda Maron.
My dear, it’s been two years now since you left me at the altar, my heart still wonders what went wrong. We seemed so in love when we last saw, or was that a picture painted by my heart on a canvas of denial?
Your mother said you eloped, I could see the glee in her eyes when she uttered those words. It has been a prayer on her lips for a long time, that she will one day see us apart. The only thing my wondering heart cannot fathom is that you left. I had hoped you would be my anchor, my treasure on this island called life, a queen I hoped to build my castle for. I wonder…why did you leave? Did it become too much to fight for us that you had no choice but to go? Well, you picked the oddest of days to do that, now that I think about it, you have always been weird, eccentric was what I called it and how I loved you for it, now, I hate you for it, with the same intensity I loved you with.
Did you feel guilt in the months that followed? Did you ever try to picture that day? Me, at the altar before a crowd decked in their best, their impatience fueled my panic, the questions in their eyes were like daggers, they pierced my heart without forgiveness, for I had no answers to their questions. I looked like a man naked at Christmas, waiting for Santa to bring him clothes, only to realize Santa is a farce that will never come, but the rest of the world will, to watch his humiliation. I waited… waited at the altar until midnight when the priest came to tell me what my heart already knew. Did you paint the picture, was it pretty?
Written by Betty Zainab
Being an over thinker, I am the collapse of my thoughts,
Don’t possess much.. b-9ut yearns to learn, a lot,
A simple soul with plain desires,
With the patience of keep going, no wish to retire,
Sometimes complicated, sometimes sorted,
I am 90% introvert turned ambivert,
A writer for the reason of being a connoisseur and not just for the sake of fandom.
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