My Love 

“Come to bed, my love”  

With the shards of my broken heart in my palm, I silently climbed into the bed and turned the lights off before he saw my heart bleed onto the mattress. 
As I lay in the pool of pain, I wondered if I could call it our bed any longer. I wondered if he had called her ‘my love’ as well. I wondered if he loved her. 

Today, five years after our union, I wondered if he had ever loved me.
“Do you love me?” 

The words left my mouth before I realised. There was nervous silence in the air before he countered my question with another question.

“Do you feel I don’t?” 
My mind was an empty courtroom for a second, before the audience walked in and started in my mind a proceeding, Prosecution against the Defence and I was on the Judge on a Throne of Thorns.

One side pressed on the other, compelling me take a decision in its favour, cuff the culprit and tell him I knew that I wasn’t the only one who had fulfilled his fantasies.

Meanwhile, the Defence talked of mistakes and about forgiveness being the way to a clean soul. It talked about my children, having to grow up without the shadow of a father above their heads. 

“Honey? Tell me what you’re thinking” His voice bought me out of the courtroom, back to the cold bed.

The Judgement had to be passed here, and now.

Calmly, I replied.

“I was just thinking about your friend Sreyasi and also, about getting a divorce, my love” 

Choices

The books had started to wonder just when I would pay attention to them, when I would flip the lonesome pages, stare closely at them or try to listen to what they had to tell me.

But I was occupied, cherishing the company of memories and tears.

I missed wrapping my arms around my father and poking his belly, not that there was much left of it anymore, thanks to the strict workout regime he had been compelled by my mother to follow.I missed everything about him.

Yes, mom was being missed too, despite the fact that we had had a hearty thirty minute conversation about our lives without each other’s presence, not too long ago. She had told me of her day and I had given her great details about mine, and of the man I intended to spend my years with.

And him? Oh, he was the charming Prince to my Cinderella. Perfect, absolutely.

I added him to the ‘Being Missed’ list immediately, right after my grandmother and my mischevious little brother, who was not little anymore. 

He was a man now.It made me feel old.I giggled and more tears made their way out of my eyes.

Choices.

Look at what they had done. 

Everyone I loved, was miles away and suddenly, there was nothing I could do about it.