She cupped the rose in her hands. She had hoped her feelings would be different by now. That love would have evolved.A year had passed. A year of meeting all her husband’s needs, of trying to love him, of wanting to love. Would she always feel this way? Was she the only women of her generation yearning for love? Must she be doomed to a loveless life because she is an obedient daughter? How could she have let this happen? Footsteps on the paving stones aroused her from her reverie and she turned with a smile. Always with a smile.
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5 comments:
"always with a smile"
I like that. Tells me a lot about people.
Interesting. I like it, have a great weekend.
"Always with a smile" says so much about specific generations, nationalities and more. Great take on the theme. Thanks for dropping by for mine this week.
It seems that even as cultures evolve, women are still often left with the burden of sacrificing to please. Frankly, it leaves me weary.
Good piece!
Love always evolves. Just not in the direction many of us would like.
Agree with the folks about "Always with a smile." But would add that without the excellent sentence that precedes it, it is nothing.
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