Separation

   She sat all alone remembering what love really meant. How the year had gone by so quickly yet, so long both at the same time. Hatred had filled her heart over his leaving, but at the same time, love still held her heart. How could both emotions effect her as so? Fate was something she always believed in, fate had played a major role in her marriage. Part of her had hope that they still belonged together, part of her held sadness that maybe it just was not meant. She holds a photograph of when they began dating as how young they both looked. The feelings of love shined through a simple snap snot but she knew at that moment in time, there really was love between them. How perfect a couple they once were, what had happened? What had caused all the arguing, the loss of passion, and the closeness?
   God grants us each one life to live, yet it is ours to choose how we live it. Marriage vows say for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer and in sickness and in health, why do some people not live these through? If a couple marries, it's out of love, when they have children, love is all a part of it. Where does the love fall down? Do the couple give up? Do they just decide it's not worth it? True love from the start, should have bonds and ties and memories strong enough to hold a marriage together.
Is it possible, boredom of one's life can allow thyself to just walk away? Can a person choose not to recall the love and happiness, the memories and just focus on the hardships? Tears form as she lies down on the bed trying so hard to recall what could of been the first cause of the beginning of separation. The memories, where should she begin looking? She yawns, and closes her eyes thinking, if only she could go back and relive this marriage, would she see what had happened? Could she have changed any of it? Would she have been able to change anything? Than as she drifts off to sleep she asks herself, would she even want to change the outcome?
© 2011 M. Kirchhoff