Holding

I sometimes don’t do Sundays or Mondays well. As the weekend’s end approaches, I get a little anxious about leaving you because I adore your company. I love lying next to you and laughing with you. I can’t wait until we are together through the week, too. I love you, my Fargo man. —Babycakes

This article appears in May 31 – Jun 6, 2012.