#4: If there was ever a fallacy, it would be love.

His wife is young-looking, and he supposes she is young, too, in many senses of the word. She's a brunette, and filled with the innocent energy of the youthful. She has a high, clear and sweet voice. She's his wife.

Angie has premature lines around her eyes and her stubborn mouth, and there is something in the way she moves that speaks volumes of experience earned fully, painfully. Her golden hair is not yet streaked with silver, but he'll bet anything that it'll be dotted with gray strands years earlier than her time. Her voice is low, hoarse and throaty when she speaks her words. She's his partner and comes with the baggage of an eight year old boy.

He doesn't know why he wants her more than he's ever wanted his wife.