Who needs love?
Yeah...I glance at my lovely wife cooking our dinner and looked in the mirror. If I no longer needed love, it would be a long-forgotten relic of my memory.

Suddenly I saw my life and everything so clearly.

Hidden deep within the mirror's embrace. I could just kick back to that safe, serene place.

My heart would not longer be laid bare by anyone's scrutiny. Or any sharp words escaping her mouth. Your hurtful actions that once made me bitter.

Would now become just a faint trace on my couch, just some crumbs, Forever buried within my consciousness.

You would be amazed that I didn't care.

My God!

My wife just started blinking and suddenly disappeared.

She turned, desperately grabbing my shirt collar.

Oh, Lord!

She is gone, what I have

Done!
........

In the quiet of night, where...