Dead center of my heart: Here is where you lived for a long time, before the kid was born, before you started drinking all day. Here is where you lived while I think we loved each other. At least, I loved you enough to feed us both for a while, enough to paper over the spreading damage. Here is where you kissed me and gave me a ring, and I believed in that diamond like I believed in fairy tales. Even though I was old enough to know neither was real.
