Her Galaxy

Two years ago last Sunday, she exploded into his life with demands that weren’t predicated by anything but the desire to control. He’s moved away from her only to come back again because he can’t get enough of what he imagine she might be, what they could have if only there weren’t a thousand if only’s that mangle and wreck the chance of possible. And for an entire year, she was a voiceless internet stranger infiltrating his life from afar because she was unhappy in her marriage and he was a distraction. Her daughter was born and she disappeared for a spell, even though he kept up with all ways to tack her on to whatever he was doing, imagining that there was really something they could make from the obscene and insane relationship built on the desire for a power exchange. What worse is that she was so invisible in his life, so he mourned his loss in silent, unable to even begin to explain to anyone who she was or what she meant or how he lived on every single one of her words for an entire year without ever having seen her face.