In life, everything has an expiry date. Food, drinks, people, relationships. Once the time is up, no matter what you do cannot change the fact that you have no means to revive it. Or to retrieve it.
Our expiry date was roughly 4 years and 7 months from 1st August 1999.
Imagine being together long enough that the movies we watched were screened on tv. Imagine being together long enough to respect and accept differences. Imagine being together long enough that part of each other get infused together. Imagine being together long enough to have gone through so much. Imagine being together long enough to have enough memories to last you a lifetime.
Maybe enough heartbreaks. Maybe enough tears.
I have never met his friends, never been introduced to them or to his family. We always avoid town so as to minimise the chances of meeting someone familiar. When he befriended Eunice, he lied a big time. He lied three times. Three stabs right into the heart.
I made a lot of sacrifices. Can you imagine how I put up with once-a-fortnight date for the first two years? Can you imagine having to head back immediately after a movie at town for the fear of meeting someone familiar? Can you imagine being hurt by someone you love so deeply?
I just cannot comprehend. When I was struggling to stay alive from overdosage, he was enjoying himself with Eunice, watching a movie with her at Lido. He told me that he's working and I always believed him.
I cannot comprehend why am I subjected to such anguish when all I did was to love someone with all my might. With all that I have. With all my heart.
Living in the Devastated World.
