Today would have marked 3 years together.
Last year, on our second anniversary, Bryan planned the perfect day.
We rode in swan boats, we watched Bones, we went to a Red Sox game—all the best things in life.
He wasn’t feeling the best. Honestly, I am sure he probably felt like absolute shit. But we did so many things and just spent the whole day together enjoying each other’s company.
I have this vivid memory of sitting on a bench looking out onto the water. Just chatting. Enjoying the sun.
It was wonderful.
This year, I will spend today by myself.
On other “milestone days”, I tried to distract myself. Meaning: I tired to make plans, bring people together, celebrate in one way or another.
Today is different.
Today is a different, private, type of hurt.
All of those happy memories feel very far away.
Happy Anniversary, Shoopah.
You were the best buddy a girl could ask for.
I miss you every single day.
xo
