I never knew a week was so long. And each day feels even longer somehow. I hadn't realized just how many things I tell you in a single day. Who do I tell when I spill sauce on the shirt you picked out for me when I'm on my lunch? Who do I tell when a stranger compliments me and makes my day? Who do I talk to when I feel like I'm failing at my job? Who else?
It's only been three days but you've been gone far too long. I miss you, my darling.
