March 17th, 2019
One year and nine months, my love. I never came home the night of our last anniversary. Today, I will make that up to you. You have a best friend, and I invited him over to the house to spend the day with you. His name is Karl, Karl Jacobs. It's 5 am, and I can't sleep, so I'm watching you sleep. Karl is coming to get you at 10 am. This place looks like a mess.
8 am
I have finished cleaning the place; it's spotless. You could have killed someone in here and never tell. I decided to surprise you with an anniversary breakfast.
9 am
You just woke up, and I just finished cooking breakfast. My love, I am glad we have made it this far. Crazy to think that we will be celebrating two years together in three more months. We sat down to enjoy our breakfast, and I told you about Karl coming. You were the most excited I have seen you in a while.
10 am
He's here. I don't want you to go. No, go with him. No, stay with me. No, go with him, it's just for a few hours. Bye, my love.
1 pm
I haven't heard from you, do you love him now? Is he better than me? My love, am I still yours? Are you still mine? Are you going to come home and still want me? Why does he have all your attention? I hate it.
