Zi keeps making sounds like he's leaving. He gave thirty days notice at his apartment, with no future plans. I keep holding out hope that he's not leaving, and that he'll stay with me while he looks for work. He can't leave. I need him. I want him.
He asked me.
He did.
He asked me to come to India with him.
He said I'd live like a queen. Literally.
He'd take care of me and cook for me everyday and make me tea.
He wants me.
He loves me.
I want to go with him. To follow him.
But I can't leave the kids.
Zi and I cried together.
He doesn't want to go. He doesn't want to leave me behind.
He said so.
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