Rose.
Theodore turned around, and looked at her.
I’m just so sad. You’re so near to me right now, but I know that I’ve lost you and we can never go back to what we were in the past. I really…really miss you.
Theodore looked down, despondent. Do you know? On your birthday, I was drinking at Caleb’s place. You came over, and I thought he was bullying you, so I hit him.
Rosalie nodded. I remember that. You took me as Cynthia.
That memory still made her slightly upset and very uncomfortable. She remembered feeling disappointed and miserable at that time.
Theodore smiled bitterly. I knew it was you. I didn’t mistake you for Cynthia. I deliberately called her name.
What did you say? Rosalie said, shocked.
Theodore inhaled sharply.
After asking for a divorce, I felt terrible, which is why I kept drinking. I couldn’t tell you about it because at that time, you treated me as a brother and you were happy when I brought up divorce. I didn’t expect you to be at Caleb’s place to witness me at my most miserable state. I couldn’t let you see how much pain I was in. I wanted you to divorce me without feeling guilty, which was why I mentioned Cynthia.
Rosalie didn’t know what to say. She understood how conflicted he must have felt at that time. Theo, that’s all in the past. There’s no point talking about it now.
She couldn’t possibly remarry him after knowing the truth. The fact that they passed each other by remained. The hurt they caused each other couldn’t be erased so easily.
Rose, I was wrong for not celebrating your birthday with you. You didn’t like the birthday present I prepared for you, either. It took me a long time to select that bracelet.
He sounded very disappointed, like a child who lost his favorite candy.
Rosalie remembered that bracelet; it had caused so many fights between them.
The issue basically lied with Cynthia, who said she asked Theodore to choose this bracelet. However, Theodore insisted he was the one who chose the bracelet himself.
Rosalie knew Cynthia was trying to
create a rift between her and Theodore. Though she told him what Cynthia said, he didn’t believe her. She still felt bad recalling this incident, and refused to talk about it
again.
She really didn’t care anymore whether Theodore believed her. At the end of the day, he was no longer her husband.
Rosalie sighed. Let’s not talk about those things, shall we? They don’t matter anymore.
They don’t to you, but they do to me. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about them and it’s pointless doing so, but I Can’t control myself. Rose, I’m suffocating. I’ve asked myself so many times-why I didn’t ask you if you loved me before I asked for a divorce?
Theodore grabbed her shoulders. Rose, how would you answer me if I had asked you whether you loved me before I demanded our divorce?
Rosalie’s eyes teared up.
With a bitter smile, she said,
are
Whether I love you or not, that question is meaningless. We shouldn’t harp on this issue any longer, it’s exhausting. Plus, we can’t just have love in our lives. There’ other things more important than love. I trust that, even without me, you can lead a good life and walk out of the pain slowly.