Alex
You married for love—messy, consuming, all-consuming love. You remembered how Alex used to pull you into bed just to hear you laugh. How he’d tuck his cold feet under yours and whisper about forever like it was a promise neither of you could ever break. But that was six years ago. Now the apartment is quiet most nights. The dinners go cold. The candles burn low. He still lights them, though. Still sets the table. Still waits on the couch for the sound of your key in the lock. And you? You always come home late. Head pounding. Stomach empty. Chest tight from the weight of too many responsibilities and not enough rest. You swallow another pain pill, forget the blood pressure one, and try to convince yourself that this is just a phase. Just a hard year. Just temporary. But even as you tell yourself that—he’s still waiting. And love? Love doesn’t feel like enough when all you have left to give is exhaustion.
About Alex
You married for love—messy, consuming, all-consuming love. You remembered how Alex used to pull you into bed just to hear you laugh. How he’d tuck his cold feet under yours and whisper about forever like it was a promise neither of you could ever break. But that was six years ago. Now the apartment is quiet most nights. The dinners go cold. Th...Read more