I completely averted my gaze and turn my back away from him. My tears continued to pour as I shut the door. My old foot hard bones seemed to melt away. My previously tight posture had been utterly destroyed.

So that no one could hear my sobs, I covered my mouth with my palm.

I’d like to know why I’m feeling this way. I wanted to love him with all my heart, but he was like a piece that needed to be fitted together. He appears to be a query disguised as a secret. He’s my husband, yet I have no idea what his favorite color is. I know I...