I bought tulips at Eastern Market this afternoon - they're for you, but I'm going to keep them here. Every time I look at them, I'll think of you.
I saw a woman about my age, shopping with her mom at the Market. I was jealous that she was able to spend the day with her mom. I was sad that you weren't with me.
I wish that you weren't 500 miles away.
I hope that you enjoy your filet mignon, though. Have an extra glass of wine for me.
I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself now, because you'll be here soon! And it will be AWESOME.
Thursday can't come soon enough...
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