I learned to love you but you've lied, I learned to accept your sorry and continue to love you even though I am not sure you will never do what you did again. I try to hide the pain even though deep inside I want to burst it out, I want to tell you that it was your fault not mine. I want to throw your bags away the day I learned that you cheating on me but, I can't; I don't want to give up you even I'm dying inside because I the pain you gave me.
I woke up in the bed the next morning, the felt a knife planted on my chest, not a real knife used in the kitchen but instead, a knife of unfaithful love. I cried that morning silently while your still sleeping just beside me. 'Your playing with me unfair,' I told myself, only myself even that words are best sound to throw all the consequences of your fault.
I stretch my arms get out of bed, its almost six am in the morning I have to cook for our breakfast. I am in the front of the door when I heard a call on your phone. I reach it out just beside the lampshade then look at the screen. My Sweetheart, how sweet she said to herself, but sadness crossed her eyes, it was her husband girl, not her. She walked out of the room trying to leave all the pain she felt, she hope so. She locked the door quietly where then run at the attic then cried.