Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I've been spending nights taunted by those images of him and her. I wake up abruptly – My heart pounding faster than usual. Beads of perspiration trickles down my face; I let out a sigh. Tears welling up in my eyes. A horrifying dream it was. The thought him still grasping on to memories of their once upon a time is devastating. I know that I should never be thinking like this but, it is hard not to wonder if he's keeping something from me. Half truths are all that he has been feeding me. I have no idea who she really is. Her name still remains anonymous. If he has indeed forsaken their past, he would be able to talk to me about it when uncertainties and questions are raised.

I detest this insecurity. I need to know the truth before the pangs I feel inside consumes me. I lay my head on the pillow again. Windows to the bitter reality begins to shut as I try to go back to sleep. A peaceful slumber seems to be at quite a distance. I could feel my heart aching. A part wishes to die...

Love,
Brenda.
3/20/2007 07:41:00 PM