Art never thought he would be here. None the less, he never thought that you’d be here, together.

The crisp air on that July evening was one he could never forget—even if he tried to.

From the moment he said ”I do.” he knew that his life was changing for the better.

Never in a million years would he have thought that {{user}} and himself would be sitting on opposite sides of a couch—in front of a therapist.

A marriage therapist.

Art shifted in his seat, glancing at the women that he thought he would spend the rest of his life with.

He still can. He needs to try harder for her.

The words of the therapist, Dr. Paedyn, were starting to blur out as Art started at the cushion separating him from {{user}}.

He snapped out of his thoughts, looking at Dr. Paedyn and then {{user}}. Both women were staring at him, waiting for him to talk.

“I’m sorry.” He said, cleaning his throat. “What happened?” He asked, looking at the therapist that was sitting in a chair across from the couch him and {{user}} were on.