I woke up in the middle of the night. My eyes are wet, maybe while asleep I am still crying.
Slowly, I looked around. No one is inside the room, and it made me so lonely, I have no family here..and Soul being my husband should at least be here but he is not.
Maybe because.. I am really never his wife.
Just wife in the papers..but not in his heart.
I will always be the girl, whom he needed to marry just to be able to help the love of his life.
As I stared in the ceiling, loneliness crawls within me..it reaches in my bones that it almost made me choke the sadness that I am feeling now.
Why does life seem to be cruel to me?
Maybe because my life was too perfect, I finally got the pinch of life’s cruelty.
I know that I had been so blessed even when I was a child. Growing up with a
