It could have been one of the most beautiful words created for humankind. To me, it almost sounds like love, hope and trust. It meant the world to me when you uttered it once—that you want me to be your wife. But somehow when you said it yesterday, you made it sound like the most stupid word ever created.
You made it sound ugly, and something that we should abhor.
And maybe you’re right. Maybe deep down, that is how I was acting like. We were acting like a married couple, and pardon me for forgetting, but we’re not. That’s a long way from where we are now; even farther after all those things you said yesterday.
I know you didn’t mean for it to hurt, you probably also didn’t mean to make it sound like that—inconceivable. But somehow, it strikes me. I can’t get it out of my head, of my system. The words kept replaying over and over. And I can’t even begin to describe how it makes me feel every single time I repeat it in my head.
You called me that yesterday… and I suddenly stopped wanting to be that person for you.
