Goodbye my beloved.
The next two weeks will be the longest of my life. Every second will be filled with longing for you.
Every time I walk into my kitchen, I'll think of you. Every time I need to perfectly mince garlic, or slice a ripe tomato, my heart will ache because of your absence.
You're barely gone, and I'm already anticipating your return.
'Cause you'll be wicked sharp when you come back from your beauty treatment in Japan.
(Picture courtesy of Kyocera because I was too distraught to remember to take a parting photograph.)