I felt absolutely gutted. I felt utterly helpless and without purpose. she was perfect being but I wouldn't be so pretentious as to she say was perfect to everyone. she was perfect to me and I hoped perfect for her as well. she sobbed uncontrollably and I grew increasingly frustrated with our situation. she did nothing to deserve such sorrow and certainly was not going to recover fairly. this was going to be a deep and slow healing scar that we both had to bear. we were both growing weary of the troubles that had plagued us the past few months that had no end in sight.

I put on a brave face each time and comforted her while she cried, but I cannot lie when I confess i questioned her strength. if I wear the one wallowing in pity, would she hold me? is it wrong to question my one true love?
© Maye Hoffman