September 20, 2016
11 days. Happy 10th anniversary, love of my life. In case you're wondering why I'm in a hurry to leave us, I want you to know I don't have an answer for that, too, yet. All I know is I want what's best for you. You rang me 30-plus times this morning. No text message. Strange. It's 4 p.m. and I'm quite curious what's in store for me at home. Will you finally lash out? Do you have a dinner thing prepared? Would you ask first where I was this morning? Are you thinking about me at all?