Last night we were discussing our upcoming anniversary, and I told my wife it's almost impossible for me to connect her to the woman who was with me in Europe a few months after we were married, "That woman I was photographing around the old town plaza...seems so much like someone other than you. I know it was you. But it seems impossible that it was you."
Similar to a late-night pillow talk we had several weeks ago -- the kind when you're so tired that your mind is drifting in and out of consciousness, and told her I felt as if she were physically miles and miles of emptiness away from me. Like we were the only pieces on opposite ends of a 50-mile chessboard that was floating through space.
With comments like that, no wonder she's on the verge.
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