I finally threw out all the photos of us...

Moving House & Moving On A letter to one who will likely never read these words. Some were in frames and others were loose, but in boxes in my garage. For just over two years now, not a single photo of us has adorned this house I rented after you ended our seven-year relationship. The one I thought would be my last. *** Looking back, I never felt at home here. Sure, it's nice and I was fortunate to find it. Not only that, but I had room for my youngest son to move in to find his footing. Kona...