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The Moment I Knew I Didn’t Love My Fiancé Any Longer
When The Most Difficult Decision Becomes The Easiest
It’s a hot summer day. A gentle breeze comes through the curtains and caresses my face while I lay down on my bed after a night spent dancing. The screaming of the kids from the swimming pool grows louder with every passing minute; I need to get up, but I’m enjoying the moment of stillness while my ears are still buzzing after last night’s shenanigans.
I hear his footsteps coming up from the stairs. I close my eyes and pretend to doze as I want to be left alone. He sits next to me, naked, looking and waiting, silently asking me to want him, to make love with him, as we did a few years back. He removes the sheets, uncovering my tanned skin, looking for my legs, wanting to touch me.
I shiver; that’s all I do. I shiver.
I don’t want this, and at that moment, in that hot summer day, I know that it’s over, that we can’t go back to what we were, that I don’t love him any longer, that his touch repulses me, that my mind is elsewhere, my heart has shut down.
We are meant to get married, and I want out…
“You are so perfect together” that’s what loving people told us from the very beginning.
Our grandparents loved each other and couldn’t be together……
