I cried when I read your letter.
I cry more than the average person, I think, and it’s getting rather unhealthy. Lately I’ve been crying because I miss you so badly – I’m not all torn up and hysterical, but I can’t help the slow, silent fall of tears.
Nothing in my life has remained the same since you’ve left it. Everything is worse, colors are less bright, music has less energy. I feel less confident, less proud, and less successful. My desire to become a successful person diminishes throughout the day, to a point where at night I lie awake frusterated with myself.
I miss you so much. I do love you.
I want more than anything to live a fantastic life, and then be able to tell you all of the little details. I want you to be proud of what I’m becoming, but so far I have failed.
You aren’t having any trouble picking right back up in the energy of the life you had left behind. You will have no regrets. You will have no failures. I’ve never been so impressed by anyone in my life. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you so much.
Two years is a long time to go without seeing you. I’ll make it, but I won’t want to.
I love you.