Truth is just as they say; Love is a lot like a shipwreck Or folding origami paper. Trying to find the perfect fit as the corners start to shrink and fold in. He had the perfect wife but the perfect wife found the perfect fault in their chronological love. She grit her teeth and didn't look back I guess that's why it's called cheating. I'm astonished with overwhelming sadness. As the only thing that still holds the broken sails together is the son they've spawned. In the belly of a dangerous sea.