Dear __________,

Okay. Hm, Where to start? You’ll probably never read this; in fact chances are it won’t even reach you. Um, I’m probably just writing this for myself, you know, for therapeutic reasons. I guess I should just say all this stuff, especially by now but it helps to write things down or else I stutter and forget and generally make an idiot of myself. Its September 3rd today. That means it would’ve been our 2 years and 6 months anniversary. I know I always complained that month anniversaries were for 12 years olds but you always kind of liked that sort of stuff, so happy hypothetical month anniversary. I know you’d probably roll your eyes at me because I am aware that it has been well over a year now since you, ah left, me. Well, one year 3 months and 16 days. I think I’ve finished the process you know. And 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 my floor hoping that you’ll just turn up at my door step. You know what? I’m doing okay. Getting there. Baby steps. It’s funny. You’re muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend along enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other’s, you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heart beat, an your tickly eye lashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing. You know people are always going on about, “You’ll find someone else! There’s plenty more fish in the sea!” Well, you know what? I feel like a freaking fish in a bucket. I’ve been reading lots. Nonfiction mostly. Did I ever tell you about the theory of the multiverse? It says that there’s an infinite amount of hypothetical universes parallel to ours that contain every single possible circumstances. Kind of got me thinking, you know? It means that somewhere, there might be a world in each on that 15th of February we never had