The wind rushing past my cheeks, stroking them, soft and tender as if it were my lover. My eyes kept darting from the road to her, she was a magnificent sight, gorgeous, kind, smart. She was the embodiment of the perfect woman in everyone’s dreams.

  I love her, it’s that simple. There is no one I’d rather be with and no place I’d rather be then with her. We’ve been married for years now and I still get that feeling in my stomach every time I see her.

  However her love for me is faltering, I can see it in her eyes, the way she looks at me, the way she holds my hand, as if she were reminiscing, about joys once felt, feelings once shared. Our views on our relationships were colliding, and there was nothing I could do about it.