Poetry feedback

Sara POV

Why didn't he respond to me after listening to the poem? Did he not enjoy the poem? Anxiously, I peered at my phone. I spent the entire day anxiously awaiting his call.

I stared at my phone's screen every time it beeped, hoping for his call, but all I got were calls for credit card services that day. I dropped him a message to ask for his feedback on my poetry, but he hadn't seen my message yet. I get upset when he doesn't comment on my poetry. I had never looked forward to receiving feedback from someone so much, yet I was curious about his opinion of my poetry.

My gaze remained focused on the front door as I awaited his return. However, it's already 8 p.m., and he hasn't arrived yet. Where is he busy today? I dialed his number, but he was busy. Why did I write a poem for him when he didn't see any value in my hard work?

My phone buzzed with his number just as I was about to remove the poetry from my channel, which I had opened with a furious tone.

"Yes, who is this?" I answered my call with rage.

"sex monster." He was laughing aloud over the phone.

I blushed at remembering our last night's intimation. I was so uncomfortable making eye contact with him after our intimation last night. Now, what will he think of me? But I don't understand what happened to me last night. I have never felt so lustful in my life.

"Sara, I love you."

"What?" I came out of my thoughts after listening to him.

"I become a fan of your poetic skills. It feels like you're expressing all of my emotions in your poetry. I feel the same way about her. Even though I told you nothing about my feelings, how could you know exactly how I felt?"

Now, how should I tell him that these are all my feelings for him? I tried to write this poem by putting myself in his shoes and focusing on how I felt when I saw him. I considered all possible outcomes for how I would feel with and without him. In my poetry, I capture our most memorable moments. I wrote about how much I cherished our time together.

It's all about my feelings for him. I wanted to express my feelings to him, but after realizing that he was writing this poem for me as a way to confess his love to his lover, I held back.

"Sara, how did you write so accurately about my feelings?" His radiant tone captivated me.

"It's God-gifted." I replied to him with a quiet tone and tried to hide my sadness.

"Sara, I've grown to love your poetry. I'm not aware that you possess such a secret gift."

"Thank you." I should be delighted to receive his compliments; however, the mere notion of him uttering such poetic language to his partner causes me to weep. She will undoubtedly be pleased to learn of his feelings. I wish I could be that lucky woman.

"Sara, your voice felt like a melody to my ears. I've listened to the poem ten times, and I still find your voice to be very beautiful. Till now, I only listened to your pleasuring moan. I've never heard your passionate, self-assured voice before."

"Thank you.

When will you return home?" I don't want to talk more about this poem because it hurts me to imagine him with someone else.

"I am standing behind you." I turned on hearing him, and my chest collided with his.

"Sorry." I made a nervous effort to control my weight.

"It is my pleasure." He smiled and hugged me tightly.

I could not control myself and hugged him in return. I heard his heartbeat and felt a strange kind of relief.

"Sara, thank you so much for understanding me." His whispers give me shivers.

"Can you record more poems on the themes I provided?"He requested that I compose more poetry for him.

"Ok, I will try." I nodded my head.

"Aron, you didn't tell me yet for whom you asked me to write this poem." I questioned him with curiosity.

"For you." He met my gaze directly.

"What?" I can't believe my ears.

"I was just kidding. You will get the answer to your question. Now, please serve me food. I am hungry." He rubbed his stomach.

When I witnessed his childlike behavior, I laughed.

"Will you please teach me how to cook, Sara?" After he finished his dinner, he asked me to teach him how to cook.

"No. Don't ever try to cook, Aaron, please." I was immediately alerted to his new-developed passion for cooking.

"Am I that horrible at cooking?" He questioned me with a childlike expression. When I heard his query, I chuckled.

"Indeed, you are." I nodded my head.

"Oh no." He scowled pitifully.

Why am I no longer able to see a monster in him? I began to perceive him as a charming little child.

"Sara, come on, let's watch a kdrama." His newly discovered interest in kdrama astonished me.

It's surprising that love has the power to change a man. I followed him into the hallway so we could watch the K-drama together. We were busy watching kdramas, and then I noticed an unknown number flash on the phone.

"Hello, who is this?" After answering the call, I realized that I had accidentally answered his call.

"Aron, I am sorry. I accidentally answered your call." I gave him the phone and apologized kindly for my oversight.

"Sara, what do you think of yourself? How dare you take my phone?" His expression abruptly turned angry.

"I didn't intentionally answer your call." I made an effort to dispel his misconception.

"Don't give me excuses. Sara, remember your boundaries. You don't have permission to handle my possessions without my consent. Let me remind you again that we only have a contract marriage, so don't impose your rights on me like an actual wife." Rising from the couch, he stormed out into the hall.

Why he became so upset with me is beyond me. I just received his call. Perhaps his girlfriend was on the line, which is why he became so upset with me. My heart ached, and I started crying uncontrollably when I realized what might have caused him to become angry.

"Aaron Finge, I hate you." I took my pillow with me and left his house to sleep beneath the oak tree.