There will always be that day when you just have to go. Go back to your life.
She opened her eyes as the morning light touched her face, it was 8am on her clock and the alarm didn't went off. She was late for work, as usual. She has this habit of not going to work on time on mondays, despite how busy her mondays was, she choose to watch him sleep beside her.
An hour later she caught herself sleeping again, her face next to him, his hand on her hips. I can stay here forever, she thought. She wanted to tell him that for the longest time but she didn't have the courage to just blurt it out. Another hour later, she sat up and collected her clothes from the floor. With her clothes on her arms, she crept into the bathroom. Her bag was sitting there in the counter top. She turned the shower as she stared at her feet. He was still sleeping as she took a peek in his room. She left him a goodbye kiss and went off.
In the cab, she sent him a message. "Good morning, you have a good day ahead". This was one of her rituals after leaving his place, after an hour he sends her a reply. "Good morning too. thanks babe." With just that, she was there again. In a dilemma if she should quit him or if she should stay.
He taught her to be brave, to be brave enough to love him despite all the shit he's putting her through. Despite the pain of not having to tell him how much she loves him.
She knew the kind of relationship she's jumping in to. She was ready, she was sure. But every time she thinks of him being with someone else, she can't. She can't take the thought of sharing him, or having him in someone else' arms.
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