She Never Touched Me, But Sold Me to the World

Everyone says Lana Krause is like the moon in the sky—pure, untouched by the dust of the world.

I pursued her with everything I had. On her birthday, I knelt on broken glass just to tie her shoelaces. When she doubled over with stomach pain, I carried her up eighteen flights of stairs. Even when I cracked two ribs in the process, I didn’t let out a sound.

We were married for eight years, yet she never once let our fingertips touch. She said it would interfere with her spiritual cultivation.