This is from the short film To Claire From Sonny. I changed it up a bit though. Ryden
Where to start? You'll probably never read this. In fact, chances are it won't reach you. I'm probably just writing this for myself, you know. I guess I should just say all this stuff. It's February 25th today. That means it would have been our 6th year anniversary. I know you'd probably roll your eyes at me, bringing that up and I'm aware that it's been over a year since you left me. I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're not going to come back. Ever. And I think I'm out of the phase where I just lie on the floor hoping that you'd just appear on my doorstep. You know what, I'm doing okay.
In all honesty, I miss you. I miss the way your smile would light up the room or the way your laugh would bounce off the walls every time I told you a joke. I miss just knowing the fact that you would be laying next to me when I woke up every morning. I miss the warmth of your breath against my neck and the pace of your heartbeat when I would lay my head on your chest. People are always telling me, "There's plenty more fish in the sea!" Well you know what, I feel like a fucking fish in a bucket.
Remember when you told me about the theory of the multi-verse? That there's an infinite amount of universes parallel to ours that has every possible set of circumstances.
Kinda got me thinking you know? There might be a world in which on that day, we never had that argument, and I didn't say all those things I didn't mean, and you didn't walk away. Maybe there's another world in which I ran after you and we'd still be together or maybe there's a world in which that person didn't take the last sip of his drink. What if there was a different universe where we never met? But then I could easily say that I have never lived. You see, I wasn't living till I met you. Sometimes, on my way home, I walk past your house and I get this weird urge to knock on the door which is stupid because I know you wouldn't answer it. Well, it's your old house now. You're far away with your new life and all. I wonder if you even remember me sometimes. I wish you'd talk to me. Give me some sign that you remember.
And look at me. I've gone this whole letter without using the L-word once. I'd say that I still love you. And I'm kinda afraid I won't ever really stop loving you. I'm sure I'll see you again. I hope they're treating you well up in heaven, because I miss you. More than ever.