Saturday, September 20, 2014
TIME-
I always wondered how i would cope with all this. the pain seared through my head and heart like a sharp knife slicing through red meat.... hurts like hell, i swear......
i waited like they said.. time will heal you, and its been two weeks and i feel worse than before.
i miss him, i miss our life together, i miss waking up beside him, i miss cleaning his oily face and planting kisses all over, but i am over all that now and am sure you will ask me how did i get over it all??
well, its been well over a month into my discovery of his betrayal, i met someone....Crux, (yeah i know you said so) he totally took my attention.
he was nice, calm, focused and and loving.. i thought him perfect.
Crux took all the attention i had to offer, we went every where, we were together 11 hours everyday except when i am at work . or he was at work too. he showed me off to everybody, mostly his family members, we literally stayed off sex for at least 2 months and the tension was visible.
we needed to offset the passion broiling inside us like a medium tsunami. you could feel the electricity in our kiss, it was like a lightening bolt effect. it sizzled in our hugs too. we would park outside my house and talk for hours and hours and laugh till i was ready to go in,
It was a Saturday and we were fasting together so we had to break it somewhere, we drove round town searching for where to get food and eat. you would be baffled at the amount of eating houses that had either poor hygiene or bad food, it was tiring but finally we found somewhere, a friends place and it was really good to eat something well cooked in a clean environment. a couple walked into the restaurant and were holding hands, kissing and touching each other.. that sparked off something in us and we drove straight to his house and the tension was sizzling too, we knew what we wanted to do to each other but could not cover the amount of space in the little time...
we got to the house just in time to strip off our clothes without hurting ourselves.. our line of clothes trailed behind like something out of a romance novel....to be continued
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