I’m beginning to wonder if you’re even reading this. Are my words reaching you? Are they providing you any solace at all?
How was your day? I ask far too many questions but I’m not nosy, I’m just wondering how you are.
I hope you get enough sleep these days. Tell me, has winter reached your doorstep yet?
I wonder if I should even post this letter. Or do I let it get lost in this huge world where unrequited love lives in every corner?
I’ve been thinking about you.
I close my eyes and remember your smile. The way your hand felt in mine – warm and soft. The way my heart slowed down as you held me close in your sleep, even when you snored heavily in my ears.
I have never felt yearning as I have since you’ve been gone. I have tasted it in the long evenings, as the sun slowly set.
I have felt it during a lonely lunch, surrounded by beautiful friends; On the way back home, in the elevator and in my room. I have crossed the road with it, as it held on to my dress, scared it would be left behind.
And then, on some days it feels like I’m drowning, on others I barely make it to the surface.
So if you ever get this letter, know that I miss you more than I can ever explain. Know that you’ve left a hole so big in my life that all the cold is beginning to seep in.
There’s so much more I’d like to ask you, darling,
But I’ll only end with this,
Won’t you come back home, please?