A Man & A Woman

The Man

What I felt was betrayal.

Immense and intense betrayal.

I’ll always love you, yet you won’t ever spare a glance for me.

And it’s not like I want you to.

I’m fine like this. Just this is enough.

I never imagined that I would be the one who’ll ruin you.

In my desire to have you, I’ve forgotten you. And alas, you’ve forgotten you and assumed the place of who I want you to be.

But that’s not you.

I know it, and yet I kept prompting.

Trying to influence you and neglecting your desires took away the very essence of why I want to be with you.

I’d let myself indulge in your suffering, which I caused.

Is it wrong? That I love you in this way?

I am but a slave to my emotions.

I am but a slave to your charm.

What choice did I have in this when you’re the one who willingly followed me?

You should’ve known better.

Even I am aware that this will eventually happen.

But still, I hadn’t predicted that it would be this soon.

I should have known better.

I thought you were tough.

I thought that you’d hold on for much longer.

And even if I knew that you’d eventually collapse, I slightly hoped you wouldn’t.

I thought I was strong.

And that I could handle the pain.

But I haven’t been able to do so.

You see, we’re both victims here.

I’m not the only one at fault, and you’re not the only hurt one, either.

Our folly of a childhood youth had done this to us.

But no matter what, we have to keep on living.

Remember that always. Goodbye, my everything.

The Woman

She never gets to cry.

She doesn't need to.

She's happy with her life.

At least that's what her mother taught her.

And she'll live by that.

'cause her mother said so.

She will not comment on her marriage.

It was a decision of her mother's.

Louis also loved her dearly.

That is enough, mother said.

And enough it had been for her.

Her marriage is a happy one.

But she is not.

For she knows that even if she's married, it was not to a person she loves.

She did not believe in the notion of love. Her mother never mentioned it.

But now that she heard of it, she couldn't help but be curious.

Being curious is highly encouraged by her mother.

With this, she had courage.

She wished to explore.

Her mother never said anything against it before.

How can it be wrong?

Her husband loves her dearly.

She wishes to feel the same about him.

She wishes to.

She never thought it could be wrong.

She never thought it could be that wrong.

How can love be wrong?

When it is enough for her to disregard her spoken words?

When it is enough for her to disobey her mother's wishes?

Love is such a lovely word.

Even more so as a feeling.

Even if the subject of her love is not her husband.

Even if it's not Louis.

Love is still the same.

Ever pure, ever tempting.

It made her feel complete.

And she wishes to drown herself in it.

The love she's been showered with.

She learned to be selfish.

No longer walking the path of her mother.

She walked into her own destruction.

A terrible ending she made by herself.

Will the child forgive her mother?

Mother just wants to be happy.

Happiness is eternal.

Love is eternal.

Life is as.

Thus she must lose it.

With a single shot, she will be gone.

And the child will be alone.

Her father would not care.

He's had enough.

She'd done enough to Louis.

And she had enough of him and this world.

She only wishes to be happy.

And just as life is eternal.

As was happiness.

As was love.

All of which she's never had before.

And hope to obtain with a single wish.

If it is possible, she wishes for her mother to be proud of her again.

For marrying Louis.

For finding such a man.

And not running away.

From him and the child.

Oh, how she wish it would all be a memory.

A distinct, colorful memory