January 31st, 2010 by Hoopleton

“I knew you were in love with her from when you used to talk about her,” says my wife as she drinks her coffee.

“You knew it before I did?” I ask drinking my scotch.

“I can see things before they happen, didn’t I tell you that once?” She smiles at me. “It’ll all work out, you’ll see. You just need to give her time to sort things out.”

“I feel powerless.”

“Fight for her.”

“I feel so alone without her.”

“Fight for her.”

“I just want to see her show up one day, bag in hand.”

“You will.”

I wipe the tears from my eyes. She stands to hold me.

“Things are never easy are they?” I ask.

“I should’ve left after three years,” she says, her mouth wry. “I stayed fifteen.”

“Things are never easy,” I offer.

“You love her. She loves you.”

“We do.”

“Then that’s all you need to know.”

“I’m glad I married you,” I say.

“I know,” she says going back to her coffee. “I saw that too.”