Every day, I wait for you to come home. You said you were busy. But, you’re always busy. At day, at night, we rarely greet each other. I’m worried. You’ve been so secretive ever since we got married. For the last 2 years, I know you’ve been keeping something from me. What is it? Why won’t you tell me? When will you trust me? Even when it rains, even when the rain droplets blurs out the windows, I still wait for you to come early. Awaiting for your existence…