Dear You,
Have you ever had those days when you just felt like the world could have been an empty abyss, and it would feel the same? Or those days when you wake up and it could be the same day over and over again and it didn't matter? Those are mostly my days these past few weeks. And by past few weeks I mean since New Year. I try not to be superstitious, but I'll have to admit, the start of the year wasn't very encouraging.
I wish you were here now, listening to my endless rants and telling me that things will be okay. We both know you have no way of knowing if things will indeed be okay, but just hearing you tell me it will be, seems to make things better.
I miss you. No, wait. I don't miss you - that means that you're not here with me. I love you. That means that you will always be with me, no matter where you are or what happens. That means that you live on in my heart, and that your memory will always be alive within me.
I hope you're doing fine wherever you are.
