"how is it," asked the little bird, "that you did not realise she wasn't happy when she was with you? it was so clear for all to see."
"love like they say, is blind. i was happy. very happy. but because all i could see and feel was that happiness that she was with me, i could not see she was not happy with me. she doesn't love me. as she didn't realise she didn't."
then love fell from the nest onto ground it lay rest.
for the woman who died in this love nest, never once was she in love with what was in front but always what was behind.
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