He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
You may know Susannah B. Lewis as "Whoa! Susannah"-- the humorous Southern mom in aviator glasses who sits behind the wheel of her SUV cluttered with softball bags and stale tater tots and rants about everyday grievances like long carpool lines and only one available check-out at the grocery store.
