Today was the day that you fly back home. I was sad. I wanted to go with you or I wanted you to stay, so we can go together later….

We drove together to the airport, ate breakfast, and hugged each other goodbye. On our drive up, we talked about us. We talked about what we did together. We talked about what we are going to do together. and much more…

Every day… I want to tell you… I’d like to do more… I’d like to be better… But it seems like I’m not getting better fast enough… One day, I’d love nothing more to show you that I’m trying… even if the results don’t show it..

After seeing you off, I went back to work, and we messaged each other throughout the day. It was a blessed day, but a busy day…. Lot of emails and writing… I hope one day things will get easier, but it feels like workload just gets bigger and bigger every day… I’ll tackle it slowly… Work doesn’t disappear after all…

I can’t wait to talk to you and make sure you made it back alright…. I hope you can read about how I feel during times like this one day… when I’m worried sick that if you’ll make it back okay….

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