Saved voicemail. Received March 3rd, 11:47 PM.
“Hey, it’s me. I know you’re asleep. I know I shouldn’t call this late. I just got out of the car in the driveway and I’m sitting here because the kitchen light is on and I can see the plant you put in the window and I don’t know why that’s making me feel this way but it is.
I drove past our old apartment tonight. Not on purpose. I was taking the long way home from Mira’s and the GPS did that thing where it routes you through downtown and suddenly I was on Maple and there it was. Someone painted the front door red. We always said we’d paint it red. I guess they actually did it.
Anyway. I’m not calling to be sad. I’m calling because I’m sitting in this driveway looking at this plant in this window in this house that we picked out together and I just wanted to say that I’m really glad we kept going. Past the hard year. Past all of it. I’m really glad we’re here.
OK I’m coming inside now. Don’t delete this. I want to remember that I said it.
Love you. Goodnight.”
End of message.