just some guy
Once, there was this guy, he had a beautiful wife and he thought he was the luckiest man on earth. Unfortunately, his lovely wife did not feel so lucky or all that loved really… or at least, maybe, it just wasn’t a love that mattered anymore. So our friend’s wife found a dangerous sort, the kind of man that could make a person feel alive for once in a long time. Almost happy even.
So this guy, our friend, our dear dear friend goes along with his life. Blind to what is in front of him. This affair is made worse by the fact that for all his passion, all of his love for this woman, he can not show it. If he could have, maybe things would not be what they are. One day our friend comes home early and he finds his wife asking this stranger to take her, begging for the most perverse desires, things she had always denied him. He stands there and he watches his bedroom door, its rhythmic pounding, bouncing in its frame. Frozen in anger, raging in his own grief, our friend fell and was truly gone.
Now, our friend was not really a man of violence… he had put those rash things behind him. In his youth, our dear friend, was on his way to be a dangerous sort. But one day he fell in love and he tried very hard to be a better person. To be that kind soul worthy of a beautiful love. Little by little, the years wore away that stony dangerous man till only our friend was left.
So now, he sits in his car, our friend, he watches his home from the ally and he waits. He stares at the stranger’s car sitting in his driveway for an hour and then another, exhausted from the heat. The stranger comes out of our friend’s home, with our friend’s beautiful wife. She is barely dressed while the stranger adjusts his tie, they kiss goodbye, long and passionate. Quite a touching scene actually, that picture perfect husband going off to work. After the car drives away, our friend walks up to his beautiful wife as she stands in the yard watching the car drive away. Our friend tells her that he is sorry that he lost his way home. He tells her that all things are forgiven and as the rain begins to fall, a smile creeps onto his face, and our friend says that these things have a way of tending to themselves.