Hi Sexy,
I ate at the dinning room table this week. The first time in 48 weeks. And it felt... strange... and wrong. Especially when I ended up at the head of the table. In your spot.
Kidd is staying with me for the week. Which means your bathroom is being used too. There's so much in there I'd forgotten was even there. Your mouth rinse. Your gel.
He forgot his pajamas. I told him it would be no problem. We'd just pull one of your shirts out of the drawer. He was the first to vocalize what I was thinking. It still smells like you.
The nice thing about having a guest staying is that our home has laughter and love again... but it's still not the same without you here to enjoy it too.
I miss you.
Love always,
Tara Ann
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