Lost and Found
I don’t have anyone to tell this to. Or maybe I should say there is no one I can tell this to. Hmmm… That’s also wrong. I don’t want to tell anyone. So I will tell you. Every day since she left, I’ve hoped she would finally call and say “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was lost. We were lost. But I want to come home. We’ll find whatever it is I’m looking for, together.” At first,…