Four Years

Dear Danielle,

I wish I could’ve said happy four years anniversary to you in person and celebrated together today. I wish things didn’t have to end this way. I read your letter to me. You have given me 4 years of love, memory, feelings, and emotions. Your smile, your scent, and your touch will always be memories and feelings I’ll treasure.

I reread your letter many, many times. Last night, I had a dream about you. I don’t remember where we were exactly, but we got dinner somewhere. I walked you back home, and you had Eevee with you. The feeling felt so foreign to me. It’s as if we’re strangers and nothing more. I woke up from that dream and read your letter again. I was hoping your words were just my imagination, but it wasn’t.

There are still so many things I want to share with you, so many things I want us to experience together, and so many more “I love you” I want to say to you. I understand that there’s a path you want to continue forward without looking back, a path that you may want to explore without me by your side. But I don’t think I can. I miss seeing our footprints engraved on the path that we were walking on together. I miss the laughters and joy we had during the times we spent together. I miss you.

Is it really too late to start over? You may not seek my understanding anymore because you said time for that has passed. But I want to continue to understand you. I want to continue to understand the person I love the most and give you the love you want feel. If life is short and tomorrow is my last day, I would want to spend that last moment embracing you and telling you how much I love you. I want to dedicate my remaining time to tell you all the words to my feelings that’ll capture your imagination and find a new way back into your heart. You’re the one that I want to be most vulnerable in front of. Is that really not possible anymore?

Love,
Leon