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He told me that he will pamper me.
So, he worked day and night to put a roof over my head.
I didn't get to see much of him but a roof maintain over my head.
And the time he did come home, he would excape in the cell phone or book.
He felt I was happy because he kept a roof over my head and food on the table.
His presence was never engage in me but when it was , he always explained how he was unhappy.
He kept a roof over my head and food on the table but yet the bed was always empty with me feeling lonely.
He would give me a kiss on the cheek and explain to me that he always miss me while he is gone making money.
To keep a roof over my head and food on the table, that was his riches for me to be pleasant sweet as honey.
Yet and still I always felt empty, between the sheets or sitting on the seat next to him, never to far from me.
Where was the laughter that brought us together, the friendship of completing each other sentences. It seems that is all left between my thoughts of you and me, the old memories.
To others women they may believe that at least he is keeping a roof over your head and food on the table, my man through me in the streets.
Between you and me, I am no different from you, my feeling are lonely and vulnerable to the streets with a catching eye that may appeal to me, of being receptive to a loving touch of heat between to beings.
It should never be about money because it leaves the morale of men leass attentive, affected, caring and complete.
My feeling was explained but yet he told me he is doing the best for me to keep a roof over my head and food on the table. It is the best he could do for now.
I told him a woman needs more than shelter and to eat. Loving feeling can have a woman feeling full and warmth with out shelter.
Don't get me wrong I am happy that you are thinking that much of me to keep a roof over my head and food on the table.
The marriage vows does state through thick and thin and riches and though poor. I just feel empty. I miss how it used to be. Talking about the world, our dreams and destiny. All I see from you now is you leaving out the door or you busy on your phone or a book in your hands. It's incomplete not seeing me next to talking to me and it has been lonely between the sheets.
I love you and always will, hope this gets through to you and will never leave me with just old memories of us together laughing, smiling, completing each other sentences, still believing in fantasy and destiny. Forever my lover, my friend.