On our 13th wedding anniversary, my wife found my little black book.
I was in a rush. I left my little black notebook sitting on our bathroom counter. That night my wife saw it and began reading. She thought I had purposely left it there as a part of some well thought out romantic gesture. Wrong. I couldn’t lie. I had to tell her the truth. I had left it laying there by accident. It was a gift that she wasn’t meant to have received…yet. Argh.