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Here he comes. My very own Prince Fucking Charming, Cal Scott. He walks in, and his eyes quickly skim the packed suitcase in my hand and briefly rest on my face. He lets out an exasperated sigh, tosses his keys on the table, and takes off his coat. His eyes fall on the empty bottle of wine I finished today. A smirk spreads across his face before he passes me, heading into the living room. I expected his lack of response, but it hurts all the same. I’m pretty sure he regards me more as his personal high-class escort than his wife.
That’s what happened to me. I was caught before I even knew I was being hunted, and by the time I realized it, it was far too late.
My adult theory: The Prince Charming myth is the other curse God created to punish Eve and every other woman for biting that stupid apple.
“Only as much as you want me to be.”
“It’s the closest thing to flying while you’re on the ground!”
“Her type is usually empty, demanding, feeding on everyone else around them to boost their ego, jumping from one guy to another,” he explains. “So absorbed in her own sense of self-worth that she doesn’t realize that any man who can stand her is doing it just long enough to get laid.”
“If you want to stun the world, you have to show it first,”
“It’s weird how you don’t appreciate something until it’s gone,”
I’ve wrapped myself up in him, something no woman should do with any man.
What do I want him to say? What the fuck do I want him to say? I want him to say he’s sorry for everything, sorry that he’s played with my emotions, sorry that he’s such an ass, that he leaves me alone for days without a single phone call, sorry that he’s made me into a person I don’t even recognize, that he’s eroded my self-confidence, sorry that he exists in my life!
His eyes—I think I fell in love with his eyes. They reveal so little and so much. Sometimes I look into them and they’re vacant, cold, and void. Yet there are moments when there is something kind and warm behind them.
I love him, yes. I’m in love with him, no question about it, but it’s a problem when I’m questioning whether I love him more than myself and if he loves me at all.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than our marriage, Lauren. You’re the one thing that belongs to me. The only pure thing I have is us. I used to have a different reason for being. It came from a dark place. My motivation changed when I fell in love with you. You’re my strength and my weakness. You’re the reason I fight to be here.”
“What’s in the dark, will always come to light.”
“It’s the strong ones who make it through them.”
Sometimes you forget about yourself when you’ve been with another person for so long.”
“Lauren, that’s what falling in love is about. You take a chance. Sometimes you fall on your ass, or in my situation, it kicks you in the ass. But rarely do you get something amazing. You can’t hold back or keep your guard up. Don’t run from it, or you’ll miss something special.”
Someone once told me that when you’re in love, your heart takes over and your brain shuts off.
“Everything is different with you, Cal. If you weren’t so different, maybe I wouldn’t feel so screwed up right now,”
“Don’t give up on me.”
“I want something more permanent than tracing my name on your back.”
“I’m not fucking anybody else, okay? If I wanted other women, I wouldn’t be with you. I know it looks bad! But I swear to God I’m not cheating on you. If you’re mad, be mad about me being gone, but I can’t deal with you hating me for this imaginary shit going on in your head.”
“You’re all I want.” His tone is low as he rests his head on mine. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Without you, I’m nothing,” he whispers in my ear.
You’re the reason I fight to be here…
