"We lived together again..."
I say finally, my voice softer now, and at the same time, more vulnerable.
I smile slightly. I think it's the first time I've smiled like this, with pain.
"We tried again."
I look at her.
"And it worked."
Her eyes don't change.
"We got engaged again…"
I continue.
"I asked you to marry me again."
I remember that moment, so clear, so vivid.
"You said yes…"
My throat closes slightly.
"You put that ring on again."
I look down for a second.
"We got married…"
I look at her again.
"It was… different… More intimate, more real… More us."
She listens, but doesn't connect. I see it, I feel it.
"We went on our honeymoon…"
I add.
My voice softens.
"To a place I… always wanted to see with you."
A short pause.
"And we did."
Silence… Nothing, not a rea
