No eyes will know a soul unless read and written. You can see it from afar or hold it close, but you cannot own it for yourself. Anybody is open for this choice, yet the fear will upswing and restrictions will win.
After six years of living together, we never truly got the time to marry – it was not necessary, anyway; at least, to me. I was contented with how things were – we only meet during nights and gone during mornings to our offices.
But it did not mean I was blind to everything.
Did you think that I did not know your luscious affair with my brother?
I wondered who was the martyr between the two of us, or if we both were, who was the saint. We still stayed in the false bond and, frankly, enjoyed the bland conversations.
Perhaps you had had enough of it today.
“Leave the keys.” I bought this apartment, after all. You crashed the keys on the glass table of our once dining room before you exited the space.
You left your cup of green tea.
I never drank the insipid drink of yours, – it felt like anesthesia upon my tongue – but, today, I finished your remnants in one gulp, enjoying the full flavor of its handpicked leaves.
Green teas were, now, my favorite drink.
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