There's a long pause as my eyes glaze over, and the urge to cry hits me hard. I miss him. Maybe because of what today is, but the aching longing inside of me to break down and beg him to come home overwhelms me, and suddenly I want to be that little kid again who used to hide in his arms when she was scared of the world.

The Jyeon that cared, the Jyeon that was present in our first four months of marriage before we started fighting all the time. The Jyeon who held me at my parent's funeral and took care of me for days after when I...