A week after, I was back to staring at my lifeless eyes in the mirror. My face was made to look the most gorgeous and the most beautiful, yet I knew that I felt anything but beautiful.
Every morning, I woke up, repeating the same words my mother-in-law told me. It was for the best, he is keeping you safe, he would come back to you, everything is fine and under control. Every morning, I told myself that there was absolutely nothing to think about, that it was all good and nothing could go wrong. I told myself that he would be back soon to give me an explanation for his disappearance. I told myself that he would call and explain everything and tell me he loves me. That was the only way I could remain sane.
How stupid?
Each day ended up with my hope falling apart. The longing in my heart,
