Hey.

It's been a while.

I'm writing this today to let you know I miss you, from the bottom of my heart. When I think of what we were, my tongue dries up and I swallow what's left of the saliva. I'm numb, my feelings are deadened and sometimes I wonder if letting you go was worth it.

Maybe I should have fought harder.

I remember when we said our goodbyes, I painfully remember. How you stared at me, shaking your head slowly from side to side, disillusioned at my decision to split up. Faded pink shirt, compact shorts and laced boots, your strap bag slung across your shoulder. Tuxedo, knotted tie, I was getting comfortable; in my prison.

You wanted freedom.

I sit and think of you when I'm with people. I talk less now, because you are not there to spur me on. I loved how you could walk up to any stranger, beam a smile, get them comfortable. Now, I mutter a greeting and contemplate whether to follow up, while walking fast away from them. I've become a shadow of myself, the shadow of myself, the darkness has become the norm.

You are still my sunshine, my schedules are the blinds.

So, I pen this letter to remind myself of you. I will never forget you my love, the moment that happens is the moment I become undead. Your memory fade away in the sunset and I wonder what you've become now. Either way, I know you're tasting life to the fullest. Living it.

I love you and I miss you.

Please reply this letter.

I do hope we meet again. Soon.

Yours sullenly,

The Grown Up Version of You.