I don’t enjoy silence as much as people think I do. In fact, I’ve grown to hate it over the years because it reminds me of what I lack. A home rather than a house. A wife to love, cherish, and support. A reason to wake up every morning that isn’t my job or the people who rely on me for a steady paycheck. Money might buy me a lot of things, but it can’t cure the gaping hole in my chest that only deepens with every passing year.
