27 September 2010

A note

Dear Alan,

I miss snuggling with you until we fall asleep (even if this is only for a few nights). I'm sorry you're all alone tonight, but I'm so glad you arent in that awful pain you were in earlier today. I'm glad we got your poisonous appendix out when we did, and I'm glad that you were able to talk to me before bed. Sleep tight, I'll see you tomorrow and I love you. Lots.

Your worriedclumsysillytiredfaithfulloving wife

P.s. you scars look pretty cool. I' m weird like that, but I am really intrigues by wounds. Also, my hands smell like hospital. ewwwww!

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