Chapter 7

I’m trying to remember when we slept apart the last time before this whole mess happened, and I can’t. Not since we moved into the house, at least. Was it that time you went away for the weekend with your college buddies at the beginning of our relationship? It can’t be that long ago, can it?

I miss you so much, I ache. Being at work is a relief, how weird that may sound. I’m so busy there I don’t have time to think about how I feel like part of me is missing when I’m not allowed to touch you.

I’m sorry for being sappy, but you know me by now. This is who I am, take it, or leave it. And don’t get your panties in a twist; I knowyou’ll take it. You have a great poker face when it comes to everyone else, but not to me. I can read you like an open book. You show me every little feeling as soon as you experience it. That’s how I knew you loved me long before you told me.