The man with the perfect tie and the perfect suit with the perfect shoes had the perfect wife. She was beautiful. When she smiled everyone saw it, she caught all eyes, even the peripherals made their way to her.
Even after she died, the Man had her, he always had her. He poisoned himself with her. So that when he opened his eyes, she was all he saw. It was tragic because he only spoke of her no matter which woman came his way he spoke to them as if they were her. He even called them her name. There was no distinction anymore everything was the same. He lost his mind. He lost it in delight and with happiness because he did not want to know of anything other than her. When he made love to another women, he didn't make love to her, he made love to his wife. When he took women out, he took his wife to the finest places, her favorites always.
Life was simple. He had her. That was all and that was all he knew.
By Jep
