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LeoI’ve sent flowers the past ten days. I’ve purchased meals from every restaurant we’ve ever been to and had them delivered. I’ve all but bought out the candy selection at the local store.
Maybe she’s in a sugar coma?
I’ve gone through all of our past conversations, and any interest that she’s ever spoken about, I’ve organized a themed gift around it. Yesterday, I sent her a box filled with Sharpies, gel pens, planners, a calendar, sparkly notebooks, color-coded tabs, and anything else the office supply place had that would speak to Alma’s incredibly organized side. If I know her, it’s her favorite gift so far, and yet the only reply I’ve received is a text that read, Thank you. I just need time.
All I know is that my hand permanently aches from the amount of love notes I’
