She measured her words.. Every inch,every bit..
And Every ounce she weighed.
The fear what he would think,often haunted her.
Those swollen bloody cheeks, cracked torn lips, the pain of the wounded heart,
Everything a reminder for her to think twice.
He was her first love,her first romance.
But now she didn't know what she really felt.
She knew she had to leave,
But letting someone go was never her thing.
what would happen, if he and his "love" disappears, and the judgemental society,all feared her.
"He is just Short tempered,you learn not to make him go off", they said.
But none of that mattered most.
She held on...thinking..about their love.. May be he would be his old self again.. And those good old days of love would return.