There were so many entanglements then. He's miles away from me now, so none of it hardly matters. This can’t be a love letter because married women can’t reminisce like that without consequences.
You've been gone for almost 18 years, and I miss you every day. There is so much I would tell you if you were here to challenge me to a game of Scrabble over a box of donuts. Remember the day we practically made ourselves sick? We didn't eat all the donuts. We had some … Continue reading Dear Auntie,