Davey,

Twelve months. Today. Exactly. Half an hour to go.

You know everything I have to say. Everything I could possibly want to say. You know me better than I know myself.

I don't want another life. All I want is you, and you're not coming back. Not even if I beg and plead like some girls do when boyfriends dump them. But you didn't dump me. You loved me to the end.

You're dead.

You're not coming back. Ever.

So I won't either.

I'm going to Orchard Street again. I haven't walked down it since you died. But I'm going there now. And I'm not coming back.

I love you, Davey. I love you so, so much. It hurts, Davey. It hurts really bad. And I'm frightened. Can you take it away? Can you help me?

Please?

I love you, Davey.

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It's been two weeks since the end of their relationship. She can't get over it. So she's writing to him. He'll never get them. But maybe it will help her sort her mind out.

updated Jul 15 '10 by Westrina