I’m all lived out and broken into, stirring a sugarless coffee and begging forgiveness. What is it, this torment, this torrent of flooded confusion? This doesn’t happen to me. I had what she wanted and I knew it was a game. Be grateful, forget, just be rid of the ghosts! It’s not real as in love. It’s the rise over thigh, the parting of the lips. I just wanted my wife to be her!