Darryl Pov
It was yet another morning of being married but alone. It's been five years, and I haven't gotten used to it. I bet I will never get used to it.
I plopped down on the bed and placed my feet on the cold floor. My gape meandered toward our wedding frame right beside my bed. I lunged for it, one glance, and I regretted my decision five years ago. If I could turn back time, I'd retreat from taking such a drastic step. 'How badly did I want her?'
Dearest Rebecca, if only you knew just how much I yearned to live heartily with you, if only I could open my heart, so you see how many wound your utterances have left in my heart. Maybe then, you could learn to love me too, like I've loved you half of my life.
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