Monday, January 16th;

Dear Henry,

I couldn’t help but think about you all night, I know we aren’t together but today would be our twelve month anniversary. Honestly, I just wanted to say, hello? How are you today?

Wednesday, January 18th;

Dear Victoria,

Hey, I’m good. Yeah, Monday would’ve been our twelve month anniversary. I remember our first anniversary when you stuffed the chocolate cake in your face and almost choked on the dryness of the cake, we was up all night laughing about how dry the cake was. I remember staring into your eyes and you was wearing your black long coat, dark jeans, and your hair was in a ponytail. It was snowy outside, and the snowflakes kept falling down on our faces, I remember how heavy your boots was, it was hard for you to walk. You tripped seven times up the snow mountain, we climbed up the hill, just to build a snowman. But I hope you’re good.

Friday, January 20th;

I remember that day, do you remember when we was younger and you used to pretend to get sick just to miss football practice and I would pretend to get sick too so we wouldn’t have to go to school, our parents would leave off to work and you would walk to my house just to see me and we would be jumping on the bed, watching scary movies, eating the popcorn that my dad told me not to eat, and then finally we ran up and down the streets before our parents got back home. Your smile was amazing, you had wonderful set of teeth, your lips was always warm and your blue eyes stood out the most, i couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes whenever we locked eyes. It was hard to break eye contact, but the more we gazed into each other eyes, our love grew for each other. Where did we ever go wrong?

Tuesday, January 23rd;

Dear Victoria,

Good question, where did we go wrong? Hey, you want to meet up tomorrow after work?

Wednesday, January 24th;

Dear Henry,

I’m sorry. I can’t, I have this super important meeting tomorrow. How about next week?

Thursday, January 25th;

Dear Victoria,

That’s right, I remember how it went all wrong. You became a workaholic, everything was work work work after you graduated law school.

Saturday, January 27th;

Dear Henry,

I’m sorry. I’ve been just super busy, the schedule has been late. Henry, stop, you know you can’t be mad at me for too long. I truly do miss you and I love you, but work is also kind of in the way. We can meet up on our next anniversary, the same place you asked me out, same time. If that’s okay with you?