I completely averted my gaze and turned my back away from him. My tears continued to pour as I shut the door. My old foot hard bones seemed to melt away. My previously tight posture had been utterly destroyed.
So that no one could hear my sobs, I covered my mouth with my palm.
I’d like to know why I was feeling this way. I wanted to love him with all my heart, but he was like a piece that needed to be fitted together. He appeared to be a query disguised as a secret. He was my husband, yet I had no idea what his favorite color was. I knew I didn’t have feelings for him yet, but my heart feels like it was being hammered.
The next morning, I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. While my eyes were still closed, I was searching for it using my hands next to my pillow, and when it was an
