March 13, 2016
My baby came home with cakes, one for heart's day, one for something else. My baby said the "something else" is a surprise, but his face did not look nice when he said it. My baby ate both cakes, while I sat there thinking of the worst. See, there were warning signs in the past months, and I knew this was it, the culmination. It felt like that Stars song "And if she likes, I'll tell her lies, how we'll be in love by the morning, I don't think she knows, that I'm saying goodbye." I know, though, I know.