All right, I admit it. I miss him. A lot. He's coming in 10 days, and yet, time seems to have stopped. The 29th doesn't seem to be getting any closer, but I know it is. One day at a time.
No cards today. He's been trying to send me one a day for the past week, but they've been coming in bunches of 2s and 3s instead. It adds color to my mailbox, and eventually to my room and its bare walls.
My birthday is coming up! I am going to treat myself with a much-needed haircut. That's all. And it's dance day.
Dinner: linguine with caramelized yellow peppers, topped with pecorino cheese, prosciutto, and fresh basil.
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the cards are slower than mails...
but he doesn't forgot your bithday at all.
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