story plot

A man loves his wife so much, but doubts that she could ever love him as much, so they play minecraft or a game like it, and create fantastic worlds. The hsband makes one for his wife, it is so beautiful and love inspired that everyone wants to play in it. So, he opens it to them and is so amused that he watches it for so much time and decides to play himself. He meets a truly beautiful woman and although he loves her so much, he doubts that she would ever love him. But, she does love him, but both feel terrible because of some sort of deception. So, the wife talks about the beauty of this world never telling him that it is his world, jealously, he says that his world is so much better hoping that she will come see it and love it as much as this other silly one someone else created. He ends up deciding that she is taken by another who seems so perfect himself that he cannot compete with it, so he is instead so flattered by the girl who obviously appreciates his world that he confronts his wife an realizes that she could never love him anyway and so he "frees" her to go. So he shocked, that such a silly fake thing matters, so they never come to the conclusion that it is his world that she loves so much and he actually created it for her, and so the girl from his game world also disappears and he thinks, "oh great. I guess I lost everything cause I am really such a looser. I should have never even had what I did. Then their characters meet in a different world although both have assumed new identities entirely, they discuss things that allow things to be realized by the husband that allow him to know what was really going on, but he never tells her that the world was created for her because he honestly believes himself so far beneath what she would ever find acceptable. They decide to create a new world together and he tries to create a new character that she would like, but she is indifferent to it, and he takes it as her rejecting him... This is getting too long, the jist to be remembered is that nothing covers up the core of what we are. It is and always will be us.