|Author📚 Author of The Martens brothers series, Black Guys and Gals, Damaged and McQueen Family series 📚(Marianna Nemeth)|
Every day is different.
Sometimes I do cry,
Sometimes I do laugh,
Sometimes I do think,
Sometimes I do shout....
It's not easy but I have to go through this to get my freedom, get what I deserve and live my life with my kids.
I don't need pity,
I don't need watching,
I don't need listening...
All I need is you letting me go because, damn... you fucking screwed up and you can't undo it. You can't make me forget it. I want you to leave but still don't leave the kids, only me.
Let me live my life with them. Let me mourn over this relationship because that's what I need, that's what I have to do.
It's easy for you, you don't even see how easy for you... You are already starting a new life w...
I looked into my mirror and sighed. My hair was loose on my shoulder, straightened and deep brown. My make up was light, but I tried to make some changes so I used red lipstick.
My dress was long and black and all I wanted is to take it off and get back to my leggings and shirt.
I walked up to my bed and sat down putting on my high heels which I wasn't even sure if I was able to walk in it or not. I stood up and grabbed my small bag, checking if I had everything. Phone, money...
I slowly walked downstairs and my friend and her daughter looked at me smiling.
"How do I look?" I asked them and they grinned.
"Like someone who is ready for her first real date." She told me and I smiled at ...
He looked into my eyes deeply and I smiled shyly at him.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" I asked him and he sighed looking out of the window then back to me. I couldn't take off of my eyes from his face. His deep blue eyes, his cheeks how smiles, his lips.
"I spotted you looking out on this window in the last twenty minutes..." he started it and I sipped some coffee from my cup and smiled. "... and I thought you need some companion." He shrugged drinking from his coffee.
"I don't know..." I shrugged looking at my coffee.
"Broken heart?" He asked me and I smiled sadly looking back up to him.
"Kind of..." I mumbled.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked me and I shook...
I don't know what to expect anymore.
I do love you but we need to change.
Change for the best.
Change for our future.
Or we will hate each other for the rest of our life.
But what if we find our way in the middle?
You want to talk?
You already made up your mind, I can see it.
It's crushing and hard but I have to accept it and think ahead of me.
I am scared but I have to, I know I won't be able to get out of my own mind.
I am just so closed off and all you want is talk.
What if I can't?
When I hear the words I can't really process it, when I think about it alone, with my thoughts it can kill me. Brake my heart and rip it out of my chest.
Words can kill. Kill the love, kill the promise, kill the hope, kill the only thing what you really need...
It can affect you. It can affect everyone around you. Your loved ones, your kids.
Words are deadly.
'This is just a small story.'
Once in a lifetime
"Touch me." I whispered looking at him as he was standing in front of me. My legs and arms were already shaking.
"Shaking much?" He arched his brows and moved his eyes on my lips.
"I am standing in front of you in my bikini and I just got out of the sea..."'I tried to explain it to him and tried to mask my disappointment. I should have told him why I was really shaking. I was shaking for his touch for god sake! I could see from the corner of my eyes that he lifted his hand up and tucked my hair back to my ear.
"We can't. He is watching." I shook my head and quickly looked around scared and it was true. My husband was watching f...
Feeling your touch and skin on mine is incredible. This is what I needed. You. Feel me. Fuck me. Deep inside of me.
That's what I live for...
#talent I think my talent is writing. I don't have anything else much in me. :)
"I just want to look out on the window. That's it and then we can go home." Home? Does that mean he is gonna be living at the same floor as me? Or he is going down to his brother and I am gonna live alone with the twins? Not that I hated the idea but I liked that he is around, I liked that he looked after me and took care of me when I needed and I would love to give that back to him as well. I swallowed hard and shook my head. Gosh. No. I can't think about that right now. I wanted him more then I ever thought I would. I was screwed. "Shania?" I snapped my eyes to him as he cleaned the window and ...