I H A D H I M•
They say that love is like an earthquake.
When it hit you hard, you will surely fall.
And it did. I fell so hard for you. I didn't know I was this fragile, that you broke me into tiny, hopeless pieces.
There's this strong intensity that I felt when I first saw you.
And what happened now?
Whose fault is this?
Yours? When you decided to be with another woman while I wait for you every evening?
or
Mine? When I became the blind and dumb wife enev though I already saw and felt the cracks on the foundation of our marriage?
I don't know whose fault is this.
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With love and a barrel of monkeys and tissues,
Finn.