The night was still young and I practiced words that can beat his womanizing and eventually just fall for me. I was persuading myself that he will change when we finally get married. When I was sure enough of my words, I meticulously chose my outfit for tomorrow.
I want him to know what he will lose if he would let go of me. I want him to beg for forgiveness, for exoneration. I want his promise and finally, exhort for me to marry him.
I took my long-fit shirt that has front buttons and looks like a mini dress. Sexy and alluring, to catch his attention. Rust in a color that matches and highlights my hair color and so as my eyes. Then my clogs and a gold purse.
And I went to bed having the intention to take what is mine tomorrow. I wasn't able to sleep so well because my heart was weary
