I no longer love my husband. How did this happen? How can it be that one day you're so in love with a person that just being near him is like bathing in golden light, and then the next thing you know, you're fantasizing he gets in a car accident or contracts a disease that doesn't require any nursing and kills him quickly?
Josh and I met at a funeral. Good sign, I know. I was 20 years old. I walked into that room full of mourners the night before the service. My friend called out his name. Josh turned toward me as if in slow motion. I remember his height; the black hair brushed back from his face; a cigarette clenched between his teeth; those wild green eyes. Let's just say that the brilliant fire, which raged so brightly in him at 25, has burned itself down to a fine, chalky dust.
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