The Wall

I had a moment where I wanted to ask her something so trivial it almost made me laugh. Some dumb domestic question. The kind of thing that would have taken five seconds and maybe started a totally different conversation. That’s what destroys me sometimes — not the giant symbolic losses, but the microscopic ones. The daily debris of intimacy. All the tiny calls and questions and comments and shared observations that made up a life. It turns out a marriage is built out of a million little nothings. Lose the person and the nothings become everything.