Blurred Memories

“We’re going downhill. Petty fights turn into cold wars. Resolution within a night before, lasts into weeks now. Looking at her sleeping within my arms, how she holds me close, her hands tightly rubbing my arms – where’s my conscience, how can I inflict so much pain into this delicate angel? Her touch is full of sorrow now. I can’t even remember the last time I'm sincere to my “I love you”. I'm sorry. Marriage is like the saving grace of our relationship, but she knows that I felt that it’s our last resort. Would a contract and tradition really make a difference?”