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She stood there with a sort of calm, but dead look. Her eyes were lit wide open, pupils were entirely dilated and her face was pale as a ghost. Frozen by the image of what she had just saw, she then had a realization of knowing she’d always be haunted by this image for the rest of her life.
She saw her boyfriend eating dinner with another woman, at the exact spot that he had taken her for their very first date. She loved him. Not like the kind of love you see and hear about, but the kind of love you don’t. The kind that cannot be expressed through words—any type of words used to explain the love would just be downplaying the feeling. The kind of love you risk not to speak of because you’d be depreciating the value. To her, he was a closed book wanting to be opened. To many, he was a book with no title, or cover.
She was torn between confronting him and spinning the wheel of fate or pretending that she didn’t see what happened. Why would she go with the latter? Because the wheel of fate will either fix the situation or cause it to fall in an endless pit of destruction. She didn’t want to lose him. And confronting the only thing she had left and believed in would in turn, make her doubt everything she had ever thought to be true. And she remembers a time when she had doubted her very own drive for existence, it didn’t turn out very pretty. C’était un amour inconditionnel, une fois dans une durée de vie d’amour.
A friend had asked her, “Why do you love this man so much after finding out he was cheating on you?” She replied, “Because that is what unconditional love is. What I saw today, may have caused some conflict with my emotions, but one bad moment and poor choice does not have the power to over-ride the long lasting memories he has given to me. I understand, that all human-beings will continue to doubt, everyone does, and he may have doubted his commitment and love for me, but to overcome these doubts you need someone by your side fighting to confirm your beliefs. I love my mother, and I don’t ever say the words I love you to a person until I imagine myself in a position where i’d have to choose between the life of the person I’m intimate with or my mother’s life and struggle on the decision. But I love him, and I’ve told him many of times before I love him.”
She decided to pretend she didn’t see anything even though she suffers with the memory because in her heart she knew he was only making a mistake. And to stick by someone through their mistakes, is a beautiful thing to do.
If she was an artist, he’d be the painting that always lived within her. The painting that holds all of her emotions in it and when she looks at it she see’s herself in it. A pentimento at the very least.
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Beautiful.
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