Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Is love really blind? Was it a dream or not? In the dream she would always be packing her bags hurriedly. From a business trip he arrived to a shattered and rumbled house. She was gone and it was not a dream. Pride and self esteem had been ripped from his very existence. He had given of himself unselfishly and without question. She would return for the final blow that would stagger him between life and death, love and like. Would anyone care? Would anyone be there for him?