That this morning would come and I'd wake up to him telling me it was all a big joke that he loved me and had made big plans for our anniversary. Apparently that isn't part of God's plan. Because this morning dawned and he couldn't even muster the emotion up to mutter "Happy Anniversary" in my general direction let alone acknowledge the day with a gift or card.
I can say with absolute certainty that I now know what a broken heart feels like. It's.... I can't even come up with a word adequate enough to describe how much it hurts.
And I just have one question.... when will it stop?