That night, while he slept soundly, I bought a plane ticket.
I was going to be on the same flight he was scheduled on.
I imagined his face when we landed.
Me stepping off in the red dress he loved when I tried it on the last time we went shopping.
He had said I looked stunning in it, and I had pretended not to like it.
However, the next day, while he was gone to work, I went back to get it because I knew he would love seeing me in it on our upcoming anniversary.
I imagined him laughing in surprise, maybe pulling me into one of those kisses that make people look away politely in public.
We would grab a hotel near the airport, order bad room service, and tell the story for years.
That morning, I curled my hair more carefully than I had in months.
