The cake I should have given Milo when she moved back to Nebraska.
…Or to Matt when he left for North Carolina.
But I didn’t have money.
Just pretend we had one of the scenes in a black and white movie, where the hardworking man leaves his love at the train station.
“You know I’ll come back for you.”
Whenever I missed you we’d be on the telly (they didn’t’ have internet you see).
“We’re already halfway there. It won’t be much longer.”
There’ll be plenty of these when you move back to Minnesota.
I just realized I’m probably going to get fat when I go back to Minnesota. *eats all the deliciousness*