Chapter 17. He Said, She Said

DYLAN

I woke up the morning after with my wife’s right arm snaked on my waist and her head digging into my back. It gave me a smile, knowing that after she had a talk with Lyle last night, she still came back to me and slept this close.

I was right. Despite all the coldness that was in our relationship, some things never changed. For one, our love for each other.

I turned by gently lifting her arm and twisting my body. This time, I was facing her as her chest slowly rose and fell with her steady breathing. Even the slightest of her activities were a manifestation of art to me. I couldn’t help myself from admiring it. Admiring her.

Her beauty still struck me in many ways I couldn’t fathom. Each time I looked at her, I saw the woman I fell in love with years ago. Her smile that captivated me. Her eyes which outshone all the stars in the sky. I was told once that I loved her too much by Hugo. But is there really such a thing as too much when it comes to love? I