Yes

"Yeah. Go ahead." he said.

"When you get home look in the bottom drawer of my dresser there is a box. Inside is my diary and a letter I wrote you last weekend. Please read them. Everything I wrote in them was completely honest I was going to give them to our kids someday because I wanted them to know how I felt about you. It might make it a bit better or it might make it hurt worse but please read them." She was almost in tears again.

"Alright ill read them but please don't cry." He said. He couldn't stand the sight of a woman crying no matter how mad he was the need to comfort them overcame it.

"Sorry." Michelle said wiping her eyes.

"It's okay."