Tears of love

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Our love i thought was going to be like the fairy tales. How happy i was when he asked me to become his wife, to be the one to bear his children, without a shadow of a doubt, i squealed "yes" . But the late night call started, the whispered secrets, followed, i noticed how his eyes danced nervously and the lies on his lips trailed with sweat. Yet, he still made preparations to become my husband and since i had his ring, i felt like his queen, unknown to me my love had already signed off his soul to death. With my wedding gown, a symbol of his love on my finger and a tears streaked face, i watched my love suffer, on my knees i pleaded for forgiveness for not paying attention to him, with tears streaming down his pale face, he smiled and wipe away my tears, with the little strength he had, he kissed me goodbye. He left me a widow, an heiress to his inheritance but of what use is it, when everything reminds me of the pain he endured alone