This isn't a scary one.

I love her so much, she’s my whole world. I’m always there with her even though she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that I stand behind her while she brushes her hair in the mirror. She doesn’t know that I sit in the passenger seat of the car. She doesn’t even know I’m alive. Today was a ‘special day’ it was the day of an anniversary. She wasn’t as happy as she usually was, there was no smile, she was pale, and had dark circles under her eyes. I don’t like seeing her like this every year, because I know I can’t hold her, and tell her everything’s ok. She puts on some makeup and puts her hair up in a ponytail. I get in the passenger seat of the car, she sits in the driver’s seat. We drive to the same place every year, the same wretched place. We get out and walk through the maze of stones. She stops at one in particular and breaks down in sobs, I move over and look at the stone. Jeremy Garza 1930-1960, I look at my wife who just keeps crying. The guilty feeling hits me, just like every year, and I can only think of this one question. Why did I have to go to the bar that night?