Cormac
Two weeks, two whole weeks without sight of her beautiful face, her intoxicating smell, that voice that soothes my soul. The only thing holding me together is the memory of that perfect kiss and the hope I will find her once again.
My days and nights have been a blur, work has been surprisingly easy to pick up and get into a flow but subconsciously I am constantly surveying my surroundings for a glimpse of her.
My nights are spent in the gym hoping beyond hope that she will walk through those doors, I train to exhaustion and then drag myself home to the moans and laments of my darling wife over dinner escaping to my bedroom sanctuary much to her chagrin, something I am endlessly bemoaned for over breakfast. The travesty of making her sleep alone but I can not bear it. She may
