I still can't believe all of these memories and parts were out of my awareness for so long. When does it ever stop. It felt good that you were sweet and reassuring towards the end; that was a surprise.

After hearing about your holiday, my afterthoughts keep gravitating to my jealousy for your wife. What you told me about her reminds me of how I am when I was happier. I hardly ever am embarrassed to tell you anything, but for some reason, am embarrassed about this. I will still tell you next time we meet. I still want to be your wife.

ps you're still so cute