It was not too long ago when, upon moving back from Hong Kong, you had to go away for a week. Tonight, on the eve of our special day, you are taking off once again.
Just as I am sitting here beneath the night sky wondering what to type, large drops of rain begin to fall. I smile at the thought that they must be kisses you are sending from 20,000ft above as your airplane soars across the sky.
Happy ninth, love.
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[...] At first I thought you must have had something to do with it, just as how you had the day you flew. Then I recalled a private joke we once shared – about a certain Jacob who would paint the skies to cheer you up whenever you were feeling down – and that made me smile. Yes, it could only be him because I had been feeling down all day. [...]