And Once Upon a Time – Part 16

This is me, Douglas Haversham. Being me. Not the me I portrayed when Zennie and I divorced. The me I always was before we married.

I believed I loved Zennie above and beyond and forever, but that wasn’t true. Not really. I loved her at various points during the years of our marriage.

I had convinced myself that I loved her, that she was the only woman I ever loved, during the decade that followed.

But to stand here and consider whether or not I should leave the monitor and walk the hall to face her, meant, I didn’t love her, never loved her. Not like that.

For me to stand and debate with myself as if it were some dialectic, meant I never loved her.

The realisation was as powerful as  if I’d stepped into another dimension.


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