Bella is out with her girlfriends. She got picked up, I’m supposed to pick her and her girlfriends up. Earlier, the Cardarelli’s took Gabriel and Bella out to an early dinner at Trish’s joint. Bella was supposed to babysit Adrienne’s boys. That got canceled due to electric outages everywhere. Their house is out until Monday. Charlie’s Beauty and the Beast play got canceled. He let us know not to come. Shit I wanted to see him all dressed up in his Beast costume.

Most likely tonight, you and I would be out somewhere with someone. Maybe with Adrienne. Maybe Gina and Carla. Maybe out salsa dancing. Man I sucked at it. Just could not for the life of me get the fucking steps right. I think too much. I just need to let it come to me. You on the other hand, it came natural to you. Your body, arms, shoulders, waist, hips, legs, and feet just flowed in a breeze. Smooth. Sexy.
You loved dancing salsa. You felt alive. Had you workout while dancing to salsa music to get your mind out of the excruciating muscle pains you were experiencing from lifting 5 fucking pounds of dumbbells.
I go through our pictures, videos. I smile. I pause. I freeze. I laugh. I’m looking for the one video I took of you while you were stuck in the trash container.

Fuck it, why the heck not:

Adrienne. She’s a fucking maniac. You knew her since Memorial Day weekend of last year. Two months later, she’s killing a wasp’s nest on our patio:

Me asking you, and you confessing:

At Le Blanc when we first walked in it:

In the room, you were all worried about the fucking hangers:

And your favorite in South Beach:

Fuck, I have to go pick up Bella from the movies.
She just texted me:

Good night my sweet.

 

I love you,

 

Me