Emma blossomed before his eyes. She took away the gray, his breath, a woman he couldn’t let go of, a woman he admired. I can never tell her how I feel. She gives me love freely without any expectations, except for being loved back, which I can’t do. She is dangerously close to figuring me out. I’m going to lose her soon. And then it’s only me, work, and the life I had before her.
Emma fell “in-feeling” early which complicated their occasional relationship. DAMN, was all he could think to say while reading her latest installment plea to be released. It began, Jack, I can’t keep this up, being the other half of a great love affair that wasn’t meant to be is killing me. Let me go. The letters started before the end of the first year and continued. He knew he should quit her but couldn’t. He’d wait it out.
