MASHA
One of the first things I asked about Ivan before we got married was his birthday. I wanted to know everything about him… those little things that made him who he was.
He had told me and the date was stuck in my mind since then.
The text I received a few weeks ago was so disturbing, I didn't even want to think or talk about it, so I kept myself busy with Ivan's birthday.
So, here I sat cross-legged on our bed with my phone in my hand, trying to type out the perfect birthday message since it was almost midnight.
I had written, deleted, and rewritten at least five messages at this point.
[Happy Birthday, my love.]
Nah. Delete.
[To the man who changed my life…]
Too simple. Delete.
I sighed and rested my chin on my hand. I used to think I was good with words. How am I sudde
