We were always out by the lake. That's what I remember.
At your parents house. Sometimes we would go up north and go on a lake.
We made so many promises that we couldn't keep.
Because time flew by and got the better of us.
It was the sweetest and most selfless thing I've ever seen him do.
Give up probably the best thing that's ever happened to him so you could be with your kids.
One of the promises was that we would build an ice cream parlor in the basement.
We never did that.
Then he painted over the sketch of the ice cream cone on the wall.
Like it was no big deal.
But that day, I realized something.
You were gone for good.
And after that I fell into darkness and hate.
I didn't want to talk to any one.
I was scared that he would never find someone as good as you.
He hasn't.
By now he's been married again and divorced.
All the tears we cried after you moved out.
It was like rain.
I cried into the stuffed cat you gave me for hours on end.
And I still cry, even after four long years.
And guess what.
I miss you.