In life we humans always wonder the question “why”. Like, “why does it rain?”; for this we simply have an answer. But for some matters, like when we question our emotions for this we do not have the answers.
I thought of this as he held me in his arms. At this point I questioned myself.
“Do I really love him ?” I thought in hesitation. I knew that I was coming to an end. I felt his arms tighten around me, I was starting to lose the feeling in my arms.
In one last desperate attempt to tell him how I felt, I opened my mouth; I strained so hard to push out the air in my tired lungs to form some type of understandable words. But I couldn’t, that was it.
I felt betrayed. Like I was living my last minutes as a lie. A lie that would forever leave a mark on him. My love.
I knew from the way his tears fell on me, that he loved me more than anything in this world. I made him feel alive in this cold dead world. I couldn’t tell him..not now. It would destroy him. Love is my blessing yet my betrayal.