Saturday, August 27, 2011

must it be?

For years she lived bound to him, her every step subject to his scrutiny. He might as well have chained iron balls to her ankle. But the thought of being set free makes her steps suddenly feels lighter than usual. She was soaring, enjoying every single moment. She wanted to keep in contact with the men she made friends with but no, not in the least because any men would make her memory of him unbearably painful.

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