Strange day

What a strange day it has been.
Weekends are sticky, lately, what with both of us being around, and the elephant that's in the parlor.
Went for lunch to a favorite of yours, where we ate and said little.  I gave you the letter, my heart on paper, which you read, and said little.
Later, you humored me by going to a movie, romantic and godly, and a bit raw.  We watched, I prayed, and tried not to cry.  You said nothing.

I'm stupidly optimistic at the end of today.
I'm ok with whatever you choose.
I may suffer greatly.  I may be embarrassed, abandoned, impoverished.
I pray that it may not be so.
But if it must be, I will still praise Him.
And believe that He will guard and revive both of our hearts.