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Her love, silent and persistent, calm and enduring. Sometimes this coolness brought in my insecurities, which made her aloof and distant in my eyes- the constant cause of the tempest in my heart. Her silence and my impatience together built in a gaping rift. We are fortunate though, we never had to force our selves to stay despite this agitation, perhaps it was love, therefore we couldn't make us betray one another. Taming our hearts from developing new love interests, excitement, and adventure that we thrived and perhaps even missed. Always as if bound by an invisible thread, a force pulled me towards her but my selfishness kept reminding me of the endless efforts I alone had put into our sinking relationship. Isn't this how bitterness spreads in until eventually, it turns into poison. We were a mix of fire and water, with either end torn up, hurt and vengeful. It left me to ask myself what really happens in between two people that makes the relationship either go so bland or bitter, as the latter was in our case. But really what we ought to be asking ourselves is, what really happens in the head and heart of an individual, what really changes in us or surfaces with time, what is the reality we aren't facing- be it the things that we are unsatisfied with -our partners, or ourselves?
My heart grew with these upheavals we suffered along the way, by her side. Slowly as time went by, I felt the warmth in her silence, the intensity hidden behind her calm demeanor, the separation and rifts made me look beyond our egos, this time with an effort to really understand the person behind the pale withering skin, those blue eyes, that innocent smile. Who is she other than a wife, a mother, a lover? I may never fully know. Yes, one can never really know, can they?
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