She woke up suddenly. It was 4 am. She glanced at the man beside her.
50 years.
50 long years.
we have been married for fifty years....I wonder if he still
loves me; did I make the right decision at all?
4:01 am.
He was aware of her questioning eyes. How he loves her so much.
He feels
guilty now. More than ever. I wish i never betrayed her.
She wonders.
I went down the stairs and stood at the landing
and looked out the window.
He followed her.He stood at the top of the stairs
and he watched her.
I turned my head and I saw him.
Our eyes locked.
His girlfriend appeared and called him. He awoke
from his trance,
I went down the next flight of stairs.
I saw him and I knew we were meant to be.
I was going to marry him someday.
I believed him to be the handsomest
man in the whole world.
I feel my heart beat fast when i see him.
I was so sure about me...and him.
I could see me and him spending
the rest of our lives together.
I talk to him. I laugh with him.
I smile at him...he smiles back.
That's all he does.
Man, that guy sure can stare!
He stares at me in the hallway,
he stares at me during lunch,
he stares at me in the room,
he stares at me on the street,
he stares at me at the lobby,
he stares at me during the day,
he stares at me during afternoons,
he stares and he stares,
and he stares some more.