Once upon a time, our lives had been full of laughter and sarcasm. We’d poked at each other relentlessly, until one of us got annoyed. Then we made love, slow and tender, ensuring nothing was ever taken to heart. We’d had a good life. A beautiful life. It was easy to forget how incredible we’d been together when our relationship had met such a tragic demise. Hate was easier. Or at least I missed him less when the memories were tainted with anger and resentment.
