Had she walked in his shoes she would have realised that he wasn’t anything but true. There were no games, no cheating, no reason for jealousy, the fears uncalled for, only truth among the tears. She didn’t understand that he was an observer, only seeing the world for what it was, nothing more. That he loved beautiful things, women, children, dogs, and more, wasn’t the cause for their parting. Her jealousy was the wedge that drove them apart. His scars still healing, her feet too small.
