Silent life

She sat at the back of the church wiping away the tears of sorrow ever so discreetly much like their love was. Her heart was broken just like his family who sat in the front next to his flagged casket. She didn’t care at that moment if her silent cries were heard as her heart was shattered and her true love gone. He told her he loved his wife and she didn’t doubt he did. He was a good father who spoke so much about them she felt she knew them and so wanted to hold them in her arms and tell them how deep is love for them truly was. She was the other woman for twelve years ready at an instance to see him if only for a brief time to be able to hold him and share her love like she had never shared before. The years passed, and she accepted the fact he would always be the man he was and asking him to change was not something she would do. Were they so wrong to be together? Did his wife know and just kept quiet about it? Did they argue about her smelling a woman’s scent on his clothes? Did she cry herself to sleep on the nights he didn’t come home? Did her heart tell her she was sharing him? She sat in the back of the church and prayed for forgiveness for a love she knew caused pain for others. She wept and grieved in silence, alone but with a feeling he was with her telling her his love for her was as real and as beautiful as ever a love could be. She left the church before the others, walking home in a light rain that hid her tears, knowing deep in her heart she loved the right man for reasons only known by her heart.

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