Closer Than They Appear
Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear...
That was the third time she had read it and still she was no nearer to understanding what he meant. She looked down at the now crumpled bit of notepaper that had hastily been torn from its ringed binder. The fragments of torn paper were still clinging grimly to the cryptic message. The tenous link with the page that they were once a part of, reminded her of their marriage.
An involuntary sigh escaped her lips. She still loved him, she just didn't understand how the distance had opened up between them, and now these notes he had taken to leaving for her. Well at least he was trying to make contact, even if it was rather strange.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror of the dressing table, a grey strand falling across her eyes, she hastily pushed it back like she was pushing back time.
Then she saw it over her shoulder, there was another of the notes tucked carefully into the intricate frame of their wedding photo. She walked slowly over and picked up the note and tears sprung to her eyes as she saw the scrawled words. . . always and forever.
She understood this one and ran down to the kitchen to find him.