Dear Astoria,
I'm beginning to feel better in the hazy nights.
No longer are my nights lonely without you, for now they are comforting. They are my relaxer after a hard day at work.
Only the crickets and my breathing are the things I hear. Sometimes only the crickets offer sounds. My breathing has slowly stopped being ragged, short, and fumble.
Progress some call it. But progress will never succeed, really. I can tell you how much I know I'll never get over you. And that's okay, I think.
It still hurts, sometimes. There are the lonely nights where the dark brings no comfort. But I've noticed those times are getting less and less.
A comfort is knowing that you are painless. You are no longer suffering. I'm not glad you died, but for your sake I'm glad you are in no pain.
But I know you would rather be down here with me. You long for my touch, for my eyes. You long for me as as I do for you.
The question is, how do I know this? I know this because I know you, Astoria. I know your thoughts and actions, like you so mine.
That's what makes us fit, you know. We took the time to know each other throughout marriage and parenthood. I still learn, but I will admit that it hurts not being able to know more about you.
I miss learning. I long for the new knowledge being thrown at my face.
As I write this, my hands shake slightly. This is my way of thoughts dispersing. My crooked letters have even more of a wobble than usual.
Maybe it's because the crickets are silent. Why are they quieting tonight, I wonder. Maybe they lost someone. I was quiet when I lost you.
I shall let them mourn.
Love,
Draco
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Love, Draco
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