Because he wants to touch her,
she avoids him.
Because he wants to speak to her,
she stays mute.
Because he wants to kiss her,
she chooses to walk away
and kisses a man she never wanted to kiss.
He watches her
and thinks she doesn’t want him.
He listens
and hears only her silence.
He turns to walk away,
thinking of her as something distant,
and kisses a girl he never wanted to kiss.
They marry each other,
a mistake times four.
He goes to bed with his wife,
thinking of her
She goes to bed with her husband,
thinking of him.
And all of this in an old-fashioned, four-poster bed.
Do they live unhappily ever after?
Of course.
Do they ever undo their mistakes?
Never.
Who’s the victim here?
The victim is love.
And the villain?
Love — the kind that never dies.
