In the silence of the night, with only the sound of the fan turning and the occasional car driving past the main road, I feel so alone.
The boys are asleep, lost in deep slumber.
Innocent children, so precious yet so trying at times.
But they are mine and their love is pure.
Unlike mine.
Wishing for him to come home..
Wishing he would hold me tight..
Wishing he would whisper sweet words in my ear..
Wishing to hear the words again..
Sometimes, I hate this love I feel for him.
It's keeping me bound to him.
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