I haven't told you about my black cat yet. He has lived with me for eleven years; his name? A mystery like mine.
Unfortunately, I'm talking about a cat and not a wife because I've never had one. That's why I always felt incomplete, like those sentences that started and never ended. I wish I had wanted to feel Edgar's love for his beloved.
Perhaps it has always been a lack of courage despite knowing, that often,   you have to go straight to the point.