I don’t care about any of it. I don’t care what I can see or how stunning it is. All I care about is what I can’t see. Her. Amber. My wife. What the fuck are we doing? Our marriage isn’t over. A divorce? I don’t want a divorce. I want to start again. I want her at my side, in my bed, in my home. She’s already in my heart, and I realize now that she always will be.
