Samya's Space

The child who played with his fingers his child- his very own and the answer to his wife’s prayers he poured all the love over his son which in a past day was all bottled up doubting forever, his feelings he departed only later to realize that he was in pieces the last solemn glance of her that he saw was etched to the heart of his hearts forevermore  seizing it and tormenting it now and then what pain, doubt’s sting would into his conscience send repentance at not realizing what true affection was while looking it in the eye, he paid for it with all later days of his life now, the little him clutches at the wedding ring on his finger in the background melts his wife’s crinkles into a smile so tender Maybe, he resolved, thi...

(Thu, Feb 19, 2015 at 1:15 PM) To: ...................................... If you thought my words harsh, I can only tell you that they don't even begin to express the indignation I feel towards you. But because of your cowardly decision, I am now relieved from you, which I would've never done on my own accord, but borne all abuse and led an awful life, because loyalty is my cursed virtue.                Nobody knows how strong they are, until being strong becomes the only option. That is so now. I shall try to forgive you someday, but not now. Now, I just have to focus on rebuilding trust and try to survive in this world again, which is really, really hard. I have a paragraph in an entry of my diary, which helped my mind to soothe itself. That is the fact that an ego like yours shall never wear away and that there's a certain poignant satisfaction in knowing that my communications therefore w...