Creative Writing: A Streetcar Named Desire

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Who would have thought that having an affair would ruin my life, but also me as a person? My marriage was falling apart before it even began. Myra and I were perfect for each other, we first met in college in the Boston area, she was in her first year of medical school while I was in my second but was studying business. I never believed in love at first sight, but I think it was pretty close. She was the most beautiful individual I have ever seen; her skin was flawless along with long black hair and her smile could stop a truck from a mile away. I knew from that moment on that I was going to make her mine. I waited a couple of days before I approached her, my heart was beating so fast that I swore I was having a heart attack. I planned our …show more content…

While Myra was away I kept seeing Miranda and let’s say I didn’t think about being alone as much, it was like my mind was distracted from the loneliness that was in me. But even Miranda couldn’t fully take my pain away. Miranda is a lovely person that’s why I felt so bad for her as well because I used her. I could sense that she was getting feelings for me and deep down I knew that I should stop what I was doing but I kept doing it anyway. When Myra came back from India I said to myself that I was going to stop what I was doing with Miranda and act like it never happened. But things didn’t change even though Myra was home. I still would always be waiting for the phone to ring and for her boss to tell her that she had to leave again. It’s been a couple of months of myself and Miranda having an affair. She kept asking me questions about my life and where I was from but I didn’t feel comfortable enough with her to tell her all about me, defiantly since I would never end up having a proper relationship with her. The only person I have told about myself is my wife …show more content…

I tried to define to Myra so many times that I was going to end it with her that’s why she came over and I never loved Miranda that I love you and that I didn’t want to lose her. But she didn’t have a bar of it and would either slam the door in my face or hang up the phone. Now I am in an apartment all by myself with no one around because I made this one mistake that lost me the love of my life. I regret everything that I did and still to this day I am trying to get Myra back but I think it’s going to take me a while before I get a

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