Slowly the years slid by, passion leaching out of us until our kisses and words were dry and empty, drained by work and chores and children. Grief pulled us together before fear pushed us apart, until we came to this:
The betrayal and our daughter's wide terrified eyes underneath the stenciled words on our bedroom wall - ...and they lived happily ever after - as I scream at you to get out and never come back.
The click of your cell phone going straight to voice mail over and over. The hours darkening steadily into evening and then night as my panic grows. The purr of a motor at 3:00AM and blood roaring in my ears as I stagger across the room to greet the police officer, praying desperately to a god I don't believe in anymore.
Sitting alone on our bed staring numbly at the dawn creeping up the sky. The new text icon blinking like a beacon on my phone, flaring a spark of hope. Running in my bare feet across the snow to your truck and flinging my arms around your slumped shoulders.
Today when I say "I love you," it's anything but hollow. Happy anniversary.
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This post was inspired by Trifecta's prompt to write a piece between 33 and 333 words incorporating the word "hollow," defined as "lacking in real value, sincerity or substance: false, meaningless".