To my future husbandguy

My beau has been away this whole week on a business trip and I absolutely hate it. I have a foolhardy little fear of being alone or even worse, being alone in the dark. And although I had a friend of mine stay over this week to keep me company, unforeseen circumstances came up and I was left to my own musings of what goes on in the flat after dark.

Living in a complex doesn't aid in the flat being less spooky, as sound travels through every crack and whispers through every keyhole in a 5x8 square meter area. (kidding about the size, I have no idea how big it is). I did not bat an eye last night!

So to the guy I'm going to marry some day, I hate it when you are gone for so long! And I love you.