As someone who possesses deep sentimentality and acute sensitivity in matters of the heart, I long for those enchanting moments, akin to a child’s craving for sweets.
My husband, a complete contrast, lacks sensitivity, and his inability to infuse our marriage with romantic gestures has left me disenchanted with love.
One day, I finally resolved to convey my decision: I wanted a divorce.
“Why?” he inquired, clearly taken aback.
“I’m weary. Sometimes, reasons elude us entirely,” I replied.
He maintained silence throughout the night, lost in contemplation, a lit cigarette a constant companion.
