She smelled, felt, and tasted different than Allie, and Cam allowed himself to think this just once. Then he concentrated on learning the texture of the backs of her hands; the feel of the pulse at her temple; the clear, heady scent of her hair.
Sometimes I wonder if people who cheat on their wives, husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends, actually have any remorse. I can't comprehend how someone can be so caught up in lust that they can push that little bit of virtue, honesty and respect out of their heads and just get on with it. I wonder if some of them do it to spite their partners. Or if some of them "just get carried away".
Many a time we watch this in movies. And we shake our heads and sigh and go tsk tsk.
Ok maybe it's just me.
But really, I don't understand why some people can be so cruel to the person they claim to love. If they don't love that person anymore, why not just say it? Why make a fool out of them by lying to them and pretending to love them more? Really, they don't deserve to be cheated on.
Nobody deserves it.
p.s. Excerpt is from Mercy by Jodi Picoult.
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Complicated yeah? Life that is. It creeps in slowly, the seduction, as the tedium of life drags you along this long arduous journey and your energy is sapped and spirit vexed hot and cold, and tempered with over time. Some took the fast route to be short circuited some hang on and fight on dodgy fights with their spirit and at some point committed all these sins. The rare few survives but they carried their stories to their graves, and we, the living are left to ponder on ancient trees (or any other stuffs older than us) with their visible but history-filled barks and we wonder what had happened before we arrived... This is life, full of pain and brief joys, the fleetingness of youth like the brilliant sunset. Oh...how brief it is all. This will all be answered by that single tear drop that sums it all up for the heavens to seal and our days done.
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