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"And married life—how do you like it so far?" he asks.
"It hasn't been very long." My eyes go to Daphne. I can see her through the sliding glass door.
I watch as she laughs at one of Patricia's jokes.
The two of them fall into an easy rhythm, trading stories and fixing drinks.
She pours a gin and tonic. Then a vodka soda.
They do fit into some stereotypes of wealthy people.
Alexander cuts in before I can finish my thought. "You really love her."
"I do." It hits me all at once.
I love my wife.
It shouldn't feel like a revelation, but it does.
I've never loved anyone before.
Not like this.
I want to hold her close. I want to keep her with me.
And I want to let her go. Let her free.
Two more weeks.
Two more weeks, and I have to let her go.
There is this old episode ofERmy grandma loves to talk about. A couple calls off their wedding.
The woman walked out.
Later, she meets the man on a bench, and she can't believe he's happy, but he is.
Because she's the one who lost something.
She's the one who lost someone who loved her.
For the first time, I understand why Grandma loves the sentiment. It's not because men are fools who think women live and die by a man's love.
It's because she understands the nature of love.
It's not a tight leash.
It's an open cage.
Love means letting someone free. The more space you give, the more space your love has to grow.
Even if it gives them space to leave.
Alexander waits until I release my gaze. "I guess I don't have to ask how the two of you met."
I nod. "Our families have been friends forever. She's been in my life since I can remember. She's been Cassie's best friend since I can remember."
"How does your sister feel about it?" Alexander asks.
