letter #1

The first night after you left, as horribly cliche as it sounds, I couldn't imagine living. I was scared to move forward, I was scared of welcoming a new year, a new season without you. It felt a lot like leaving you behind in the dark all by yourself. It still does.

But as you would have wished, I took a step forward, then another, then another.

I realized that I never had to leave you behind. We were standing at a diverged road, and we just went separate ways. I tell myself that one day, our paths will definitely cross again, and by that time I want to be someone you can be proud of. I hope someday we can sit together, probably at a table by a window where we can watch the world outside, sharing stories over some coffee. You see, there's a lot of things I want to tell you.

It's autumn again in the place you were, my favourite season. You wrote a song about it once, my favourite by you. Seasons replaced one another like a lie. Soon, it will be winter again, your favourite season. It's the first without you, so I think it will be colder than ever.

I miss you. I miss you everyday, and I think I will always miss you.

I hope you're well.