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AmosThe three-hour drive back to Ann Arbor from the weekend at our Lake Michigan oasis is a quiet one. We’re both lost in our own minds. At least, I know I am.
This weekend was incredible. It was Alma and me being a couple with no other distractions. It was neutral ground without past memories for Alma to compare to. I knew when I asked her to go away last week that it would be what we needed, and it was.
I know that Alma and I work as a couple. I know we’re meant to be together. It’s just the ghosts of daily life, and the routines and familiar locations of the past that keep her guilt at the surface. I feel for her. I don’t know what it’s like to move on when I’m still in love with someone else. I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone in the way in which she did. It carries a we
