December 5, 20XX

Love,

It's almost a month now. I still don't know where to start. I'm still lost. My mind wouldn't believe that we're over — it still reminisces the times we were laughing, cuddling, throwing corny jokes and watching movies.

I can still vividly see your bright smile as your eyes become invisible. Your deep voice echoes in my head and even the change in pitch still makes me smile.

I miss you.

Your long limbs give warmth and comfort whenever you hug me from behind. Butterflies begin to fill my stomach as you whisper to me. Ticklish, that sensation I feel with every caress of your hand.

I miss it.

Sing for me as you usually do. Send me voice messages because I badly want to hear it. Send me pictures of you with that beaming smile that you always wear — that same contagious smile.

I want to watch your silly videos. Can you try another "transformation video" as you put your makeup on? Don't forget the wig, okay?

Then strike me a pose that can send me laughing again.

Damn. I miss you.

Will I ever have another chance to taste the foods you cook? Can I even visit you again?

I don't know if I'm still welcome in your house. But your family said that I can still come. Do they really like me that much?

Now, I feel guilty.

When will I feel your lips on mine again? Is that ever going to happen? I wish. How I wish.

I long for your smell, no one smells like you. It's weird though. Why does it feel like you're still with me? I want you beside me. Is that possible?

Am I allowed to be selfish? I want to, this time. I want to keep you with me forever as I promised. I miss sending you messages first thing in the morning. Even though I haven't brushed my teeth yet, I would be smiling from ear to ear just to see a message from you.

I still want to give you 'good nights' before I fall asleep. 'Sweet dreams', 'sleep tight', those lines I still want to tell you. I hope you're still praying before you go to sleep. You know what? You are always in my prayer. I want you to be healthy, strong and happy.

Please take care of yourself, okay? You easily get sick so don't overwork. I'm no longer beside you to buy you medicines and fruits. Thankfully, you're still with your family. They can look after you. Although I'm not physically with you, know that I'm always here. You are always in my mind and still the owner of my heart.

I want to talk to you but I don't think you would agree. You'll probably just walk away and ignore me.

It hurts. It's killing me.

When will this end?

Still yours,

Aggie.

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