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flower petals scattered on a fresh floral tablecloth. Tonight was my fifth wedding anniversary to Brad Winchester, the love of my life. He al

nience store chocolates. Then last year, he took me to a two-star restaurant. The food honestly tasted like rat piss, but I smiled through it all. He was

n of any residue of cooking before rushing to our bedroom. I thr

sed in a suit and was jus

e door fo

r him to hear, but he barely acknowl

ven stepping closer. He sighed heavily like

ly? Can't you

ulp

made sure that I plastered reminders everywhere on the fridge, in his folders and his lunchbox for work. I woul

what today was, yet he looked at me irritatedly and groane

alk past me, I held

r. He was always working late nights, and when he came back home, he would already be exhausted and pass out in a secon

my hand like I

have to always be

fell s

arching forward. He wanted a glass of water since he gets thirsty often, and I was behind him when he noticed the

" He said, disbelief e

"After you told me that there wouldn't be enough money

ght this would continue as a beautiful memory. That he'd look at me and say there was nothing more import

e dug out his phone, and after his eyes scrolled thr

ght now..." His eyes slid across the table, "Now I feel

edding anniversary, and yet I was the bad guy for making a surprise. This was a routine for us, a painfu

n my eyes, and he rolled

conversation, and then you start crying out of the blue. What's wrong with

tears. I knew if I said a word, just a single word, the tear

towards the door. "If I'm able to come back ton

t that moment. I packed it up to put in the fridge. Then, I remembered the look on his face. There was no gratitude for the hours of painstaking efforts I put into making us t

t of the candlesti

e spark in m

g to take my mind off the whole thing. A text swo

up because I was more of a texter than a caller. I tried

to say to you: One, a black dress