And That's Not a Euphemism

So this is how it ends?

I wasn't expecting this, 7x7.

You know me, you know what I want, and what I need. What I like and what I love. You know how far to push me and when to let me appreciate comforting familiarity. We were doing so great; I thought we were on our way to something special.

What happened tonight?

At #51

Remember?

The maccaronara with ricotta salata at A16?

Don't be coy with me, you know what I am referring to.

Does THIS refresh your memory??

Take a closer look...

I know, I know. It was bound to happen. Every choice cannot be a home run. We've had so many magical moments up to now and I think we'll have many more. I think I'll give you another chance.....not now....maybe later.

Tonight, as I drove home, I couldn't stop thinking of a plateful of wet noodles.

Still Love You,

Rebecca