Roses took her shoes off. She wanted to fly up to that candy pink sky. Everything weighed her down. She was ashamed to say, that what weighted her down the most was her husband, the love of her life. He had done this before, would again, but she knew she would keep loving him. That furious knowledge, that we love who we love, that their virtues or sins made not a jot of difference, that she would continue to love a cheating lying bastard, to suffer for the rest of her life, weighed her down.

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