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[cyptic_illusion]

I hurried to get home from work, wanting to spend every moment I could with him before he left. I opened the door and my nostrils were filled with a heavy scent of Italian red gravy. I walked to the stove and peered in the pot thinking to myself, "I've never had boneless pork chops in red gravy before". The meal was absolutely delicious.

I wonder if he knew I couldn't look him in the eye for fear he'd see my love for him. I wonder if I said thank you for the little things that made me smile. I wonder if he ever noticed ...

Happy Mardi Gras!