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You come home, from a faraway journey in search of something, and your wife smiles. You smile back, but something's different. Time has worked its charms, and things are different. You hug, and its like hugging a rock, the inherent affection is cooled and gone. You try to think of whats wrong, and you see bruises on your wife's neck. You're shocked that she cheated on you, but what can you say? You don't even know her anymore, and there exists a widening rift between you. You sigh, with an unimaginable sadness, and try hard to move forward, while moving into the past, yearning for the old times. You fail, and it hurts, you just plug yourself into the music and drown out your feelings. The next morning, before anyone wakes up, you pack your bags and leave again. Home is not here, love is not here.