A cup of tea

I was quietly drinking my cup of tea when you entered the room. How you brushed your hair up while ordering your own cup is something I could not forget. Your hair's perfect, you have an astonishing stance - you are just perfect. You were about to go out when you noticed me looking at you. You smiled.

I awkwardly smiled back and quickly pulled my eyes away. I plugged my earphones on and listened to The Smiths. Few minutes later, I felt a slight pat on my back. It was you. You asked what I am listening to. And yes, you are also a Smiths fan.

We did that again, exchanged our different and similar taste in music while drinking our cup of tea. Your presence makes me want to jump around pretending that every ground is a trampaulin. 

Few months later, you asked me to be your other half. With utmost joy, I said yes. 

Everything was magical.
Everything was extraordinary.
Everything was heavenly.

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Three months later, you pushed me against the wall, pinned me down to the bed, and choked me until I grasped for my breath. Your eyes looked horrifying.

All I did was text my friend when we were having our dinner. You said you didn't like that. You said I was direspectful. I said sorry. I said I deserved what you did. And then we were okay. 

Three months later, you pushed me against the wall, pinned me down to the bed, choked me until I grasped for my breath, slapped me on my cheek, and gave me a fist blow on my stomach.

All I did was pulled an act because I got upset that you raised a tone on me. You said you didn't like that. You said I was disrespectful. I said sorry. I said I deserved what you did. And then we were okay.

Three months later, you pushed me against the wall, pinned me down to the bed, choked me until I grasped for my breath, slapped me on my cheek, gave me a fist blow on my stomach, cursed me like I'm a devil, and slapped and choked me a little bit more.

I fought back. You were shocked.
I stood up.
I took my stuff.
I left. 

It was so hard to recover. You destroyed me. It was all physical, mental, and emotional torture. I hated you. I hated myself. It was all FUCK YOU SON OF A BITCH everyday. 

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Three months later, I was quietly drinking my cup of tea. You entered the room and saw me. You greeted me from afar with a smile, and I greeted you back. 

You were walking towards me but I stood up and headed towards the exit. 

Outside, I laughed. 

I would never drink my tea in that place again.