Maybe it's just my ugly thought, but it wasn't a loving look to me, it was more of a wonder, perhaps he was looking for anything special in me that would be worth holding on to in this mess.
But of course, there's nothing.
I think I have been honest from the first place.
I had declared that there is nothing special about me to unravel.
I had declared that I can only trust someone fully when he becomes my husband.
I should not be surprised then, when eventually he couldn't tolerate my stubbornness.