What if that match never struck, and the fires did not leap from the burner to catch on to your person and burn you down to the ground. Would you be the mother of three, owner of a house, wife of an innocent man?
Would I be the man that I am today, fighting myself inside bars, inspecting the thoughts that made me set the stage for your demise, for a little extra money, and a little extra pride?
That I now know, that you would, have done anything in your power to live the life you were lead to by a man matching stars and reading fates, does not mean, I can undo what I have done.
But I feel the example that I set and fate that I met, perhaps challenges daily those many men that think they can get away with that small inconvenience, called the poor wife.
I do hope you are well were you are, and that maybe in a different world, we could have that second chance to make it work.