A bowl of pistachios looks so much better with a diamond engagement ring buried in it.  Love you quietly from afar.

When it was time to go around the table and say what we were thankful for I couldn't keep my voice about me.  It sputtered and cracked and I wiped my nose with the good cloth napkin and strained to say, "You."

I can't stop thinking of what I was going to say tomorrow to your Dad.  My hands are all nervous and fidgity.  He was going to shake that hand though, and smile.  The same way he would have next year as he passed you off.

Thanksgiving was better two years ago when I knew at the end of the day I was driving down to be with you for it.

While everyone else talked about spending the holidays with their significant other's families I held back the tears.  I truly made myself believe tonight would change things.  Flowers and all.

Really needed you in the backseat of the car today for knowing sideways glances and head shaking.  You know why.  We were never that bad.  I think you know that.

I know today is your Dad's birthday, so I'm probably not likely to see you today.  I wish we were driving down there to cook for him and celebrate.  I'll drive home while you sleep.

While I was showering you snuck in, pulled the curtain back letting the cold air in like you always do.  You made it up by kissing me under the water for 15 minutes.

It's truly ridiculous you weren't here tonight.  If you thought the Roaring 20's party you went to was awesome this was like being transported back to that time, hanging out with Gatsby and getting to spend the night in his mansion.  You could have worn your Flapper hat and we would have looked great together.  Pearls and all.  We wouldn't have stopped smiling since we got here.  I miss you so much.

Tired of being without you.  Please let me back in.  Honey?