I was inlove with her.
I've known her since college. Dated for three years. Asked her to marry me after we graduated. Of course, she said yes. We ran away together. Married in Biertan Village here in Romania. Traveled the Europe together. So after two years of marriage, I don't know how, why, when this happened. There are no signs.
"I want a divorce."
He's quiet. His eyes, unreadable as ever. He doesn't look up to me. Don't get me wrong. I love this man. God, I love him so much. But there are things, other important things aside from love. Openness. Honesty. Time. I thought about this twice, thrice, many times this past two weeks. And maybe, maybe, this is for the best.
"Sasuke, I love you. You know that, but this, this isn't working for us. You're busy with your career, I am busy with mine. You seldom talk to me. God, I don't know how to help you. It hurts to see you like this. Why won't you tell me anything?"
He still doesn't respond. He's looking outside, just like everyday, when we got the chance to spend the day off from work. God, I'm crying again. I am so helpless. We've been married for two years, and yet, and yet why do I feel like I don't know a single thing about this man I love, my husband.
He look up to me then, and his words is the confirmation that there is nothing saving us.
"We can go to the church tomorrow. Prepare the documents."
He stood up then without sparing me a glance. After hearing the sound of the door, I cried harder then. Sakura, this is what you want, you idiot. Today, I will cry until there are no more tears to shed. And tomorrow, we will free ourselves from this mess.
To be continued..