She is always sparkling, I know it. Everyone is beautiful. And she was so beautiful to me.

I’d never call her a witch or think she’s one. There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s not perfect, but there’s nothing wrong with her. And she’s definitely not a witch.

The faults I see are all superficial; the way she speaks, eats, stands, sits, dresses, smiles, frowns, her hair – all very superficial. Physical beauty is so impermanent, I know that logically. None of these things will have any meaning years from now and these things that had no meaning a few months ago and yet now, it’s all I can think of. Why am I not attracted to her anymore? Why do my eyes wander to other women?

And so I’m left wondering, is this the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with? Do I want this woman to be the mother of my children?

It all feels and sounds so shallow, I make myself sick.

Tonight, I rest and relax and enjoy some good company with friends. Tomorrow is another day.