Complicated

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated”  – Confucius

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To the casual observer we look happy and in love. He has his arms around me and I’m laughing into his face. But, if you look closer, things are different, kind of like one of those Magic Eye pictures.

His hand is grabbing a little too tightly at my waist. His fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises.

My lips aren’t parted in joy, but in a grimace at the pain he’s causing now, and what I know is to come.

He’s not leaning towards me to kiss me, I’m pulling away from him because I’m scared by the words he’s just whispered to me.

My hand resting on his chest, is not on its way to slide around his neck and play in his hair, but to push him back, so he’s not so close.

We look like other couples but nothing could be further from the truth.

Because sometimes what looks simple is more complicated than you can imagine.