I've been counting the days, watching my phone. Praying 2 God that u might come home. I stare @ our photos & read all ur old cards each day. I mis all ur gestures & the little things u'd say. I wonder what ur doing, what ur thinking right now. I know u said ur coming back, one step @ a time, but how? Throwing these words up in the air, believing with all I am that u still care. I sleep alone each night & feel that what we're doing is a crime. I wish we would end this soon, but God knows when's the TIME...