Remembering Sunday

I sat in my pajamas on the living room sofa; Max, Hellie, and Craig had left to go run some errands for the band. Honestly, I didn't feel like going; I don't feel like going anywhere today. Especially with it being the anniversary of the day I left home to go meet the worst thing that ever happened to me. The living room was quiet, I don't feel like the noise of the tv or radio right now. Any idle sound just makes my head spin. I thought i was lost in my own thoughts until my doorbell rang. I got up and opened my door, a delivery man was standing before me. "Does a woman named Kayleigh live here?" "Um, yes this is her." "Here you go ma'am." He handed me a package and left. I closed the door behind me and began to open the package. Package for me?I didn't order anything. I lifted the lid of the box to reveal a bouquet of black roses. My favorite. He shouldn't have. Craig is the sweetest. A card was attached to the ribbon on the flowers; i picked it up and read it.Still love you.-RJR