"Yo–you love me?" More tears were spilled and my breaths became even more shallow and uneven, my heart begging me like it never had before to just believe him already.
"I love you more than I can explain," was his quick reply. "I love everything about you – your laugh and your eyes, your funny self and wise nature. You always made me feel better whenever I was near you, you became my best friend in no time, and you never asked me for anything except to sing for you while you were in my arms. You were the only one who liked me for what's inside of me and not for my looks. How could I not love you, Beautiful Girl?"
My hands surrounded his neck and I hugged him tightly, inhaling deeply and squeezing tears away and out of my eyes. It was only when I backed away an inch and my lips touched his that I realized how much I'd missed him and how much I wanted him. It was more, way more than I thought I did. It was only then that I realized that I was never going to be able let go of Ethan Thompson no matter how much I tried. My heart wouldn't let me. I loved him.
That day, I learned a lesson. But I learned it the very hard way. I learned it through tears and pain, hurt and agonizing wounds. I learned it the toughest way. That day, I learned to listen, understand, talk and then decide.
Talking it out was a very strange term to me, I'd never had it in my book, never believed in it or ever tried it before. Because I never saw the importance of listening to this or that after something happened. All I felt was, if the damage was done, what was the point of talking about it or hearing excuses? It was truly what I had believed.
I might be an author, but I was never good with expressing my feelings while using my tongue. I'd always put them into written words through my stories while talking about different characters that weren't me and sometimes even through poems which only I ever got to read or know about at all. I was always the kind of girl who barely ever showed sadness or discomfort, I was the kind of girl who always pretended that she was all good and fine. I was the kind of girl who was a professional in faking smiles and acting all happy even if she was burning down from inside. I was never able to get out whatever was inside of me if it was anything related to sadness or upset. Maybe I felt as if it made me weak, maybe even felt that it gave away how vulnerable I really was, maybe that was why all I was ever able to do when I was hurt was to shut down and block people out.
But that day, I learned that I would've seriously lost the best thing that'd ever happened to me in my whole life if I didn't listen this time and truly talk it out. This day I learned that if I didn't listen to what Ethan had to say I would've regretted it for as long as I lived.
That day I walked out of my parents' house hand in hand with the man I loved more than love itself. All smiley and almost high with the drug that was called happiness. That day I felt whole again with just the touch of Ethan's hand over mine. That day I felt all of the warmth I'd longed to feel for so many long and cold nights, just when I got to hear his soft and tender voice telling me how much he loved me. That day I promised myself that I'd live the rest of my life trying to make up for him for all of what I'd put him – us – through. That day I was finally able to learn what feeling complete was like. Because that was how Ethan made me feel. He made me feel complete.
Our love was blind, but we were proud of it, because through blindness we earned its strength. Our love was strong because through all of the hurt, pain and ache, it survived and managed to get our hearts back together, back together where they really belonged. Together. Forever.
What they say is true – lots of hearts have been broken because of words that were left unspoken.
Rose is a loved mother, wife, and a stay at home lawyer. Writing is her passion, and reading is her obsession. Music is her best friend and sarcasm is her speaking trend. One of her joys is bringing happiness to others and her biggest wish is that they stay true to one another. Through her stories, she wants to spread nothing except understanding, peace and love.
Additional Works
Pretty Faces and Dark Places by Rose B. Mashal Coming 2015
Thank you to the following individuals who, without their contributions and support, this book could not have been written:
To Ann, Sandra, Jaana for all the hand holding.
To Widad, Susan, Tanvi, Wendy, Michelle, Maheen and Celia for being the best cheerleaders anyone could ask for.
To Amber L. Johnson and Sarah Elizabeth, for giving me 'The Push' and all the pep talks.
To my parents, my kids and my husband, for being my reasons for living.
To the Fandom, for teaching me lots of what I know and helping me through rough times.
Table of Contents
Title
Copyright
Summary
Dedication
Blind Love
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Blind Love: English Page 6