Once upon a time, a woman loved a man. She looked at him, he would smile, and she knew Glory. She shared what she could, all she had, and dreams of what could be. He was Everything. He Mattered. Promises were voiced, accepted, made.
Then Truth rolled in.
Uncomfortable Truths. Accompanied by false relationship’s gleam, faux promises, fake sheen. Easy and smooth, to replace the rough and too real.
Truths were walled in, covered with lies to save masks, veneers of comfort, veneers of money. User-friendly surface embraced enablers, enabling betrayal, shocked hurt and disbelief.
How could you?
Her soul whispered. He doesn’t listen, she realized. He won’t listen. He enjoys his misguided revenge too much. It’s ruined, she sees now. His choices… Ruined everything. All they’d built together… Gone. Washed away.
Nothing left, nothing but grains of Karma slipping away.
“Every promise… Don’t work out that way.”🎶