The hardest part for me to deal with, while my boyfriend is out of town on business, is being at home alone.
Go ahead. Call me "co-dependent." Call me a "wuss,"... but you see,... "home" is where we spend most of our time together, and... it's so quiet here without him.---Even sitting on the sofa knowing that he's not going to be walking through the door feels... unusual, uncomfortable, and...
It makes my heart hurt.
So, the moment he left for this trip, I decided that I would NOT be spending any time at home.
For the past two days, I have flown through our house, only stopping briefly to gobble food from the fridge, shower, iron, and dress faster than a quick-change artist... allowing me to get out the door as soon as possible.---I've stayed at work until 10pm, waiting until I was so exhausted that I'd have to collapse immediately upon returning home (and thus, not be conscious of the empty space in the bed beside me).
However, after two days of... leaving dishes in the sink, throwing mail wherever it landed, dropping dirty clothes on floors in multiple rooms throughout our place,... and even leaving our ironing board standing in the center of our living room littered with Diet Coke cans and hangers,... well,... let's just say that it had taken its toll, and I knew I needed to at least spend some time tonight picking up after myself a little.
However, I had no idea what was waiting to be discovered.
Apparently, before my boyfriend left, he hid cards/notes for me around our place, and... I won't share all of them with you, but here's the first one (and my favorite) that I found...


Oy.
Even after eight and a half years,... he can still knows how to make me bawl.
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