My dearest Steven, I found your keys. They were lost for months and were hanging in the camper on the key holder the whole time. I haven't been there in so long. I wonder what all the keys are for. A wife should probably know that.
The toilet seat stays down now. And the bed is made when I leave the room. But I would give all that up to have you back. What are you doing? Do you think of me at all?
Remember how sometimes when we went to bed at night we would say, "Meet you at ________, in our dreams." And then we would name a place we had been to. Well, tonight I want to meet in the Lake Geneva gazebo. I'm smiling through my tears my love. Please don't let me down.