There’s nothing that doesn’t remind me of you. After all the attempts of getting over you, I wish to tell you that I cannot. You’ll always be a part of me. I don’t intend on writing another letter and put it down on the table again and look at it for hours and weep knowing that I don’t have an address for it to send across. I have been complaining of all the little discomforts I ever had unaware that one day I’ll go through this, the unimaginable.