Why did you stop loving me? That’s the question with an elusive answer; the enigma lodged in my heart. Was I not good enough? Handsome enough? Kind enough? Fun enough? Rich enough? Caring enough? Smart enough? That haunting mystery is driving me crazy. D.S.

 

Every man
has his secret sorrows
which the world knows not;
and often times
we call a man cold
when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow