dear X,

i dream of you coming back to me often, sometimes it’s later at night, sometimes it’s early in the afternoon when i find you in a dream. it’s only been a few months since you left, and i still fail to remove you from my life. i know you won’t come back, but a little hope of a simple hello over powers my reality. i remember everything you told me i wouldn’t remember. your favourite food, color, what your father was like. i remember it all, most importantly i remember you. how could i forget? i try not to get angry because of the reason you left. but i get so angry at you for leaving and for a split second i’m so happy you’re gone and that i remind you of the thing that hurt you. i’m happy our souls didn’t combine into one. then all of the anger washes away, cause i remember how your voice sounded when you told me you loved me. 

X, i loved you better than anyone ever could, and i’m sorry you couldn’t do the same. 

sincerely,
your love.