“Hi.” The smile on her face is precious, yet it feels forced. It’s not the same sort of thing you would be given if you were still in love with her or if you never had that dreadful argument on that fateful day that changed life for the both of you. It’s not the sort of facial expression you would expect from your wife, if she was still married to you. If you both still wore those silver bands.

But you don’t, and the truth is bitter.

It was a horrible fact to know you divorced on Christmas Day last year. Vibrant lights and colours and it’s meant to be the day of love and family but it wasn’t. And it will never be the same to you again.

You can still remember the papers.

The envelope.

Everything.

And it hurts, to know your love is no longer purse and real and you’ll forever be suffering with the fact that you couldn’t be with her anymore. If you had your chance again, you wouldn’t have had that argument and you would’ve took her hands and gone on a nice date in the snow or something.

“I thought we should catch up.” Love harbours a mixed tone of voice. She’s hopeful, yet distressed. She doesn’t know what to go with.

“And I got you something.”

She holds out a light pink wrapped present. You don’t know what’s inside, even if you do want to know. She wants to come inside though. That’s the only thing you do know.

You can tell by her facial expression and the fact she actually bought you something.