I sneak a glance at his face as his fingers dance across the strings. A smile began to carve his face as the note turns into a happy melody. It felt wrong inside but, I soon realise I had been smiling too seeing his. Internally, I was fighting with my loyalty towards the one man who'd bring me joy and happiness. Despite the ups and downs we were the sand and waves of the ocean. Deeply trying to convince myself that being loyal to my man was the right thing to do. Snapping myself out of my dilemma, I diverted my attention into learning the chords scattered across the paper. Keeping myself in focus while, fighting to find composure with my trembling fingers. In attempt to copy his fingers I find myself intrigue by his life decisions instead. This was wrong, all of this was wrong on my behalf. Soon, I had complained that the hours were too long when within I was fighting to get out the door as soon as possible.
Pushing the last glass door I didn't realise that I was barely breathing trying not think more than I should. Why are these questions lingering around in my head? Why can't I stop thinking of a possibility? What possibility am I expecting?
