During my time in Texas I realized that I missed you. I woke
up every morning discovering all over again that there was a piece of me
missing. I took you for granted and I am so very sorry. I never would have
imagined how much I needed you. I thought that I could live without you, that I
would be ok. I mean there were times that I couldn’t even eat. I would look
back on all the meals we shared and get this warm, sometimes too hot feeling inside.
Now that I am back I promise that I will not go back to the pot again. Oh how I
have missed you my dear microwave.
Always yours,
Me.
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