To my insane husband, Jef.
I don't know why I get mad at things that reminded me that you never came home.
A month passed by. 2 months, 3 months. Almost half a year.
If there are things that I cannot do for you, forgive me.
I am really sorry I wasn't the perfect wife for you.
I tried patching things up.
I tried to cook the best food.
I tried to be the most understanding woman.
I tried to give you the best romance when we make love.
I tried, sweet heart. I tried.
Please come home. I need you, Jef. Please.
Darling, the car you drove was returned here today. You didn't crash the car, did you?
