I finally opened your latest letter.  You know, the One. The last one.  There haven’t been any since you’ve sent this one.  I will read it aloud to you, hoping you can hear me.

This is what it says.

“You are not pathetic. You are not a worthless burden I bear. You are not any bad things you call yourself.  You are lovely, you are kind, you are sunshine on pouring, black days.  I hope I will see you in the new house, soon. I miss you.”

Darling dear. I miss your very hands. I miss your sparkling eyes.  Your kind smile. Your elf ears.  Your calloused toes.  Your calming voice.  Those squeaky laughs. The soft and loud side of you.

I miss all of you.  And I hate you for leaving. I wish you’d come back, or at least write another letter.  I wonder…  I wonder if you’ve even listened to my voicemail messages.