Oops

Oh, love. I might have screwed up.

When you asked me if I was going to that thing, I said yes… because I thought I was. Because I thought it was this week.

But it's next week. Next week is harder. Next week might not work out.

But I saw that you signed up to attend yourself… For the first time, as far as I can remember, in about two years. Since that last time. That time I completely failed to talk to you at it, at all, even though you were sitting right there.

Gosh, I kicked myself about that for months. I might still be kicking myself about it.

But for next week… I'm trying to work it out so I can go anyways. I don't care about either of the opening acts. I don't think she does, either. But… we'll see.

If I can't, though, I'm going to need to tell you. I do not want you there wondering where I am. I know it'll still be disappointing (well, it will be for me, at any rate), but at least the reason will be clear and you won't be left with a mystery.

Dang it. I'm so sorry, my love. Fingers crossed I can work it out, but we'll see…

Yours,
♒️