My love,

I guess this is really the end. It just hurts so much. I'm sorry we couldn't make it. I'm sorry we have to do this. I hurt so much. I can't even begin to describe the pain. I love you. I love you so much, but I guess we have to let go.

You will always have my heart.

Always have.

Always will.

Yours,

Anj

There is chaos all around me, but the silence I hear is deafening.

I miss you.

But I can't let you hurt me.

I can't.

I love you.

Please stop hurting me.

My love,

Today I passed by your hometown. As I drove past the sign leading me to where you grew up, I thought of the memories you had as you transitioned from childhood to becoming a full-pledged adult ready to build dreams for your family in another land. 

I imagined you touring me around your hometown, animatedly telling me stories about each place, sharing with me your memories with every story told. I envisioned us walking hand in hand, striding in laughter, stories limitless. I hoped you would take me to the home you grew up in, taking me to every room and corner, letting me savor each moment before introducing me to your family. I'd  have a great time and leave, with the promise of a tomorrow to make new memories. 

But as I passed the sign today, I felt you going farther away from me. It was as if I never had a grasp of you at all. Everything is just a memory now, even I to you. No new memories of us to be made.

It still hurts how easy it was for you to forget. 

I still love you... I hope this pain (or love) becomes a memory too. 

Still yours,

Anj