But damn, do I miss the hell out of her already. I miss watching her sleep and waking up in a stressed-out rush because she’s late for work. I miss counting the beauty marks on her face. I miss her excited eyes when she sees what breakfast I brought for her. I even miss her narrating what Reginald’s responses would be to all the questions she asks him while doing chores. And I especially miss the way she touches her belly when she thinks I’m not looking.
Just ugh…here come the tears again. Damn it Wyatt.
