The early years of your marriage was ideal. It was something most people would watch green-eyed; similar to the romantic fairy tales that get told every so often.

People would dismiss your marriage as unrealistic, and under the fold you were hiding all the flaws. Yet, they couldn't dispute the fact that this so called 'unrealistic relationship' was based in reality, and not in the movies.

Since after all, your smile and gaze told everything everyone needed to know.

Now, middle-aged, your wife started to become a lot more irritating. Nagging turned to arguments, and arguments turned to insults, which turned to fights. After each fight you stopped talking to each other, sometimes even for the whole day, but you knew that you two would always make up with each other.

But, a day came that you never knew could even come; The glint, the sweet sparkling of your wife's eyes was slowly being washed away by the waves as you sat on the pier bench.

As the breeze fluttered your hair, you looked at your already-aged hands. Wrinkly, elastic, old.

The old radio that sat on the rusted garbage bin suddenly started to static, then began playing a song you heard in your middle school days.

Every time you fought, you came here to clear your mind, and every time you came the song would suddenly start playing and stopped when you got up to leave. It was odd, like a glitch in the matrix.

The wife you loved so much was fading from your memory. She wasn't the same. Her hair white, her bubbly personality fizzled out, and she became much more distant the past few years.

The reason you came to this pier now, in a way, is because of a silent fight you were currently fighting. Maybe she would start a real one with you when you went back, but that didn't matter right now.

You've always had fights nowadays anyway.

But, even though that was the case, you felt something was off this time around. You were both already old-timers, and fighting at this age just didn't sit right with you. And even though she started to change in your eyes, she was and still is the wife you've loved ever since you were young.

You fell for no one else harder, and ever will. So even if her appearance changes, and her personality fizzes, she's still the one you promised your entire life to.

So before anything else happens, you get up to leave, to go back to her to apologize.

But it was too late.

Weeks go by, and you go back to the pier. It's where your memories swam, and hers as well.

As the breeze crosses your face, the radio statics then plays the song again.

You stared longingly at the running waves. It put you at ease, and the breeze was like a hand to console you.

You wished you could stay here forever; and maybe, now you could. Maybe you will.

Yet, even though you wanted to, your legs seemed to take control of itself and got up by itself, ready to leave facing the shore.

And as you slowly drifted away, the song this time didn't seem to stop and kept on repeating, even soon after you were gone.