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His Princess

He didn't see me going to the donut store. If he did, he would remind me that I'm fat. He would remind me 10 times a day that I need to work out and lose 15 kilos. He would tell me that I'm not fit, and that I'm not good enough. I bite into the donut, original glazed. It hits the right spot. I am happy. 

He didn't see me going to the party in heels. If he did, he would remind me that I don't have the required practice and I am wobbly on my feet. He would smile at me weird and say not to feel hurt, he's just playing. But he didn't see me, go to the party in heels. I dance and nearly fall, but it's so good to feel it without someone pointing it out.

He didn't see me putting on my green lipstick. If he did, he would remind me that it's just not what's done in society. But he didn't see me, and I had the best night. I was free to be myself. 

He didn't see me crying, if he did he would have said that I'm too emotional, Too wound up, too uptight. But I cried cause he didn't know that what he's said and done has damaged me and broken me. 

I look up from my book and smile at him. The love of my life- the bane of my existence. 


Her Demon

She shouldn't have done that. The weight gain is real, donuts are the worst, she didn't know I saw her. She would later regret this temporary fix. I would have to remind her to shed some weight. But I know that will lead to a fight. She’ll work on it, atleast for me.

She didn't see me as I met my ex at a party. That would lead to a row. She just doesn't get it. She's too uptight and possessive. I don’t want to hurt her, so I lie. It’s so good to have fun without someone putting pressure on me. 

She didn't know that I saw her with her green lipstick, stepping out with her friends. I was so embarrassed for her. She is free to be herself, but would she make the same decisions if she really knew how it made her look.  I try to help her. But she just doesn't get it.

I saw her crying, wiping her tears way with the back of her hand. Her drama, her emotions.  She doesn’t understand that crying doesn’t fix anything. It makes it worse. It makes her look weak.

I smile at her as she looks at me over her book. There she is the light of my life- the reason for my existence.

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