Thursday, March 8, 2012

Second Chance

Sometimes it hurts to die, sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes it hurts to just stay alive. All one needs to survive is one person who truly loves him/her.

The world is a small place, there are no true lovers, there are no soul mates. He stares at the woman who once upon a time he thought was his world. He remembered the way his fingers would curl at the soft hairs just at the nape of her neck while they made love. He had delighted in her warm skin, her sensuous laugh and her ebullience. His world was shrunk into tears now. Tears for himself, tears for his wife, tears for the woman who had made his life a prison.