Pretty when I cry
As he read his vows, I felt seen, like nobody else sees me. In that moment, it only mattered how he felt, and how I felt. Everyone else was just a spectator. A witness to our emotions.
We knew exactly what we were going through, sharing identical emotions. The words that we exchanged had a deeper meaning than they had just a week before.
Lovesick
What’s happening now is an undoing. It’s a ripping open of these scars, and an outpouring of love. It’s burning like molten lava as it leaves my body. It’s feeling bare and exposed. It makes me want to vomit
Friends to Lovers
I shy away from talking about my marriage and my love life too much; atleast I feel like I do. Depending on who is on the other side of the conversation. It feels embarrassing. It feels like others might mock me. How could she really have such a respectful and loving marriage? Do those exist? And with a man? Where did she find him?