Aaron laughs more, or maybe I know he’s taking the pills and I’m looking for proof they’re working. I want him to be happy, more than I want anything else in the world. I realize he hasn’t been happy in a long time. He always used to be so tired, it seemed. “How are you?” I’d ask. Okay. “What are you doing?” Nothing. “What are you doing later?” Nothing.
As if it was too much trouble to tell me anything. As if it took too much effort.
But I see the change in him—his eyes sparkle like this is all new to him, he makes it new again, the world and his job and us. That’s what convinces me the most—how our relationship improves.
Though, to be honest, does he really need the pills for that?
Sometimes I think he isn’t quite the same guy I fell in love with all those years ago. Sometimes he’s to
