First attempt
weeks blend into days into hours into minutes into seconds,
not one matters.
for as long as i don't see you,
they become inconsequential
and nonexistent
until,
i see you again.
You are free I saw this girl. She was a soulful eyed and svelte figured lass with an air of innocence about her. She was pining after the man at my side and she did not hide it from me or from the man who happens to be my husband. Yes, my husband. And he was pining after her as well. My heart pierced, shattered and broke at the naked adoration I saw in both of their faces. My husband never looked at me in that way. I wanted to feel angry and rage against the girl for crushing that one hope in my heart. I was about to charge up to her and slap her senseless when I realized something that stopped me from doing just that. I can't do it. I let go of my husband, gave him my wedding ring and kissed him one last time. I turned away, not wanting to let him see the tears beginning to gather in my eyes. But he stopped me. He turned me again and asked me what happened, why I gave my ring to him. I smiled at him and said, “You are free.” ...
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