Twisted Heart
They explicate the havoc running inside your heart, but unfortunately, I have all these things inside me with an additional feeling.
That’s abhorred. Tears are descending but in pain, I should feel love for him, but I also hate him. I want to kiss him, but at the same time, I want to slap him. I want to tell him I love him, and then again, I want to talk sense to him, scold him.
“Now, tell me. The truth only.”
I say nothing, just stand there. This is not what I thought we would be doing tonight. Why is this happening? This misunderstanding has the power to kill us, our marriage, our love, our friendship. Still, I don’t say a word; I don’t defend myself to him.
Bab Populer