Have you ever imagined how it feels like to be in a maze?

She was and still is my forever antagonist; provocative, seditious, thrilling in unexpected ways. Something remains electric underneath her cold gazes. I know I can touch her skin and feel her flesh utterly mingling with mine, and maybe even sense our spirits binding; still, simply she’s not there. Have you ever imagined how it feels like to be in a maze? It feels not like a matter of life and death; only suffocation. That’s what I feel when she’s around; suffocation.

I suffocate not from swollen words or dullness, but from courtesy. My wife has somehow a delicious power into reflecting my figure at twice its natural size. Her conduct toward me is submissive and overweening at a time and I know that’s one thing I cannot find in other women.

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