The full floor-to-ceiling windows are left open and it’s a cool, windy day outside. I like the somewhat sunny, Mediterranean weather of Kuala Lumpur, much better than the wintery cold, chilly, and covered with snow weather of New York.
I let the winds, coming in torrents, caress my face like the touch of my gentle lover and bask in the glory of hardship, a misfortune that I've brought upon myself. I let my shoulders droop and dream my dream.
I just don’t know that reality would be so fast to hit me across the face.
The last person I would ever expect in a place like this walks up to me. Melissa. The wife of a lover I haven’t fully known.
She just shows up, out of the blue, and sits down next to me, almost crouching, in the church's pews. I actually grunt when I see her because her pres
