When sugar becomes bitter.

I saw a man throw his wife out today. Took all her clothes to a nearby river and watched the waters carry  them away.  I could see the hate in his eyes, got me wondering, what happened to their love story? To the happily  ever after?

Did the butterflies  they once felt hatch caterpillars that slowly without knowing  destroyed their love nest? How about how weak they felt when they looked in each others eyes, where did the strength  to beat each other up come from?

For better for worse, for richer for poor has become a legend that once was for some. How does love that was once sweet become soo bitter.  I will keep on wondering,  someday i might understand.

Meanwhile  my dearest future husband, as a friend said, we might have already met, maybe at the supermarket, at the bus station or you  may be with your girlfriend  or heart  broken, but honey when we finally  say “i do”  let our song go on forever.  Be prince charming  and i snow white and our paradise be forever.  Let it be, i was meant  to love you and you me.

I will be here waiting ,  believing  in love that is kind, doesn’t  rejoice in evil, love that is patience and doesn’t  hurt .  Love, that will never turn into hate.  This is for sure though, i will be thinking about you.

15 thoughts on “When sugar becomes bitter.

    • marymuema October 2, 2015 / 12:35 pm

      Thanks dearie. I will definitely check it out


  1. charlypriest October 2, 2015 / 3:50 pm

    Very well written, specially liked the ending. Glad you stumbed upon my crazy little blog.

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    • marymuema October 2, 2015 / 3:58 pm

      Thanks you. Might be crazy little blog but you write real good.


      • charlypriest October 2, 2015 / 4:04 pm

        Thank you for the compliment, don´t know about that but I do kow I have fun doing it and who knows what will happen later on in the future. But as long as writing is fun, just can´t quit. And seems it will never be a boring task this writing thing. It´s almost like air for me. Need it to survive and keep myself a bit sane, but just a bit 😉

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  2. marymuema October 2, 2015 / 4:08 pm

    Can’t quit either i guess if i don’t write I’ll go crazy.


  3. Carl D'Agostino October 3, 2015 / 3:18 pm

    Lovely thoughts but I’m twice divorced. Amazing how love can turn to hate. An amicable parting is so much less ugly, naturally, especially when children are involved. Thanks visit my blog.

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    • marymuema October 3, 2015 / 4:13 pm

      I do agree with you. Glad you read it. Thanks, i sure will check your blog.


  4. Joanna October 3, 2015 / 9:27 pm

    Thanks for visiting my blog. Good post! Keep that writing up and share with the world. Take care!

    Liked by 1 person

    • marymuema October 3, 2015 / 9:30 pm

      You welcome. Thankyou dearie . Take care too.


  5. Rellick October 4, 2015 / 11:41 am

    Very sad when love drains from your body. We were made to love, in the name of love.

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    • marymuema October 5, 2015 / 4:28 pm

      Whenever that happens most people change and become what they too dont understand. I guess love is a part of who we are.


  6. Argus October 6, 2015 / 6:49 pm

    In love, I was told by an elderly sea-dog, you get what you deserve.

    Somewhere else I read that you cannot love another unless first you love yourself.

    And despite what the little guy says in Disney’s ‘Frozen’ there’s no formula to love. But Olaf made a good start …

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    • marymuema October 6, 2015 / 7:23 pm

      i like that, you cannot love another unless you first love yourself. quite true. similary you cannot get that you cannot give. thanks.

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