Another day. I can do this. I'm weepy today. Can't seem to stop being weepy. Earlier, during our pillow talk, he asked me what I was up to today. I said I didn't have anything big, what did he have planned? Then I immediately burst into tears.
I told him I really thought he would go by car accident. He wouldn't be wearing a seat belt of course. I would hate him for dying like that. At least that's not going to happen.
My comfort in my suffering is this:
Your promise preserves my life.