Sometimes he wondered
Sometimes he asked himself.
Would he ever find love?The constant disappointment with his love life?Was it normal?
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Marcus twirled the whiskey glass in his hand and stared into the amber liquid.
Why was he feeling this way? Why did he fall in love with someone who would never be his?
Was the loneliness all these years finally getting to him? Was that why he was so broken?
It's not like those fairytales books where the girl finally falls in love with her betrothed after the marriage and that was the worst part.
Meredith.
He didn't know when it had started or how he had fallen in love with her but that was the most beautiful thing about love right? It just happens.
He couldn't forget the day she had told him she would never love him.
Did it hurt him like he had been thrown into a pit of fire? Yes but he had pretended he wasn't hurt when all he wanted to do was scream.
