He was hungry, but his hunger had nothing to do with food. His heart led him to the one place that would calm his senses. The door was open, and as he watched his wife, seated on the floor with her head resting on the bed he let out a sigh. She was his wife, rightful mistress of his home and yet she refused to take any favors from him. He knelt down on the floor beside her, and watched her sleep. He'd never felt pain like this before, pain so sweet. His fingers found the stray locks that framed her face, and as he played with them he felt sad. And restless. And crazy and happy. A thousand emotions all at once. He knew that this moment was timeless. No matter how much he held back, she was slowly defeating him. This woman, who knew no feminine wiles, was bringing him down to his knees with her love. She'd been silently showering him with it, without once asking anything in return. Answering every hateful look and word with love.
As he lifted her in his arms, he knew he could no longer hide from the truth. His ego was no match for her love. He lay her on the bed and watched his world recreate itself. So this was what he had been searching for, all his life. She smiled in her sleep and he finally knew, what love felt like.
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