For hours he would wait in her cramped studio apartment as she finished dressing for their dates. He would wait with assortments of Godiva’s chocolates, small trinkets of fat gold and bouquets of Cala lilies.
When making love, he was ever patient and consideration. He would wait for her to reach her highest peak. He would wait at the most lucrative boutiques by the dressing room as she tried on vintage dresses and lingerie. He waited until there was an opening at her favorite restaurant to publicly reveal his love and pledge his devotion.
When she wouldn’t set a date to begin the rest of their lives together he waited. When she told him she needed to get something off her chest he waited.
He waited as she confessed of her infidelity and her reasons to leave.
Most nights he would wait in the street outside her bedroom window and watch as her silhouette made love to another.
Now he waits for her in the alley outside her apartment with a Remington 870 shot gun.
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Regis
He is to blame, not her. Or visa versa when it is the woman that waits, domestic violence is a crime.
Passions of Love are Also When There Is Deception & Lies,
Moving On Is The Best Resolve.
I think this guy is obsessed, NOT IN LOVE at all. But In Lust. Love Never Ever Harms Another. The Actual "Loss of Love" Hurts Because Of The Attatchments We Hold To That Love.
I Surely Hope You Are Not In Distress Or In A Threatened Situation Of Domestic Violence By This Poetic Expression. These Things Are A Very True Reality. Murder Is Not A Pretty Word
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie