I know you love me a lot. But you’ve never told me this. I’m aware that we have to curb our feelings for the sake of your children. At times, I feel you want to break all those shackles and start life afresh with me.
But just the other day, you told me that you wanted to break up. Is it because of guilt? Or have you moved on? I want to believe that you were just pulling my leg that day. I tried to laugh it off but couldn’t.
Sensing my tense mood, you were suddenly quiet. You moved a few steps towards me but you didn’t take me in your arms. I could smell your favourite musk deodorant.
It reminds me of the good times we’ve spent together. Then you stepped back and left in a rush. But the expression in your eyes that day gave me hope that it’s not over between us. Or is it? You promised that you would call. But you haven’t.