It was a love that couldn’t be described in words. Only our glares and facial movements could determine how much love we had for each other. When people ask how we first met, I smile so coyly and shrug my shoulders. The love of my life showed me womanhood, kissed my sheltered lips, held my lonely body and yet, I couldn’t even tell the tale of how we first met. How he captured my heart with only his eyes. I love him more than I love myself. Is that selfish? Is it selfish of me to love a man so much that I don’t even know myself? Ten years we’ve been together and those ten years has been lovely but I’m losing myself. I tried to convince myself that I love this man. I even tried to convince you by writing this since writing is the only friendship I have because my life is all about my husband. I am in denial about everything. I’m even in denial about how much I love my husband. I’m a liar. I lie to make people believe my life is perfect but my mirrors are shattered and as I pick up this piece of glass, I wonder how life would be like without a husband.
Sincerely, The Wife.
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