A week passed without realizing it, I packed my things with a sad heart, it was hard to leave my love here. I will definitely miss him very much..for sure..
My cell phone rings, my husband. I didn't pick up, I couldn't hide my feelings if I talked to him. A message came from him, he said he would pick me up at the airport and how much he missed me, but I didn't...
At 4 pm we headed to the airport, my eyes were still searching for Sean's figure, didn't he want to see me one last time here?! As I was walking towards the gate suddenly someone grabbed me, I turned around, Sean immediately hugged me, tears welled up in his eyes.
"I don't know why my heart hurts so much," he muttered.
I looked at him deeply. "Do you love me?", I asked.
He looked away, then said, "I shouldn't have," he let go of my hand, "I'm sorry." then he left.
I felt angry and dumped, I wiped my tears and ran towards the gate.
It's been a long journey, and my heart is torn apart. I covered my face with a scarf. My tears couldn't stop flowing, until my heart was tired, and then I fell asleep.
The plane landed at one in the afternoon the next day. I saw my husband's face beaming when I got off the plane. Should I learn to love him? Can love even be learned, I thought stupidly.