Well, he likes me, my husband. Sometimes, he even cares for me. He has got used to me but he is not in love with me. That's the one thing, we agree upon once for a change.

His idea of love is quite different and actually naive. It clearly shows, he doesn't know what love is. He doesn't even have the slightest idea of how it is to love someone and I, who has been and is in love, who has lived love, breathed love, am his wife. What an irony!

It hurts. It hurts to know this. It hurts to accept this. But, that's the ultimate truth.

And,  since I know how it is to have someone etched in your soul, on your body, in your mind, I understand how poor my dear husband is. I pity him.

 Although that will threaten my well being, I wholeheartedly pray to God that someday he also finds his true love. He also discovers this burning desire for a single person. May God bless him with this power to love. Perhaps, then and only then, he will be more human. I want him to have his love. I want him to know how it is. All I wish for him, is this chance.