Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.
And now I also see what part of me is Chinese. It is so obvious. It is my family. It is in our blood.
I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.
Memory feeds imagination.
And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: "Then you must save it." And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try.
There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying. Because you must. This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.