Chasing Clouds

by Kathryn Andrews

“I was on my way to you,” I blurt out.

“You what?” His brows rise up his forehead and his fingers curl into his palms. “Yeah, see, the thing is . . .” I scoot closer to the edge of the couch and a little closer to him. “I’m not done fighting for you.”

“Where did you go?” she mumbles against my skin. “Nowhere,” I tell her, and deep down, I mean it. For weeks, even though we weren’t physically together, I’ve been with her and only her. She consumed all my thoughts and heavily filled my heart. My wife.

I don’t need him, can do this life on my own, but with him, I feel like I can take on the world, two being greater than one.

Clare and I once asked Grandfather how we became identical twins and he said, “One egg, two hearts.” He said there was so much love in that one little egg, it had to split in two. The love couldn’t be contained, it had to be shared, and that’s what I plan to do. To love oneself is to love life.