Echoes of You

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Dear Caitlin,

Today, the memories of our Saturdays together were especially strong. I woke up thinking about the way you used to play with my hair, gently running your fingers through it as we sat together on the couch. It was one of the simplest, yet most comforting things you did. You always seemed to know when I needed that extra bit of care and affection.

Mark and I took Toby and Emily to the park this afternoon. Watching Emily and Toby play, I couldn't help but think about how you would have loved seeing them together. Their laughter and energy reminded me of the joy you brought into my life. Mark noticed my quiet reflection and asked if I wanted to talk. We sat on a bench, and I shared those cherished memories of our Saturdays.

You always made Saturdays special. It was our day. No matter how busy the week had been, we would dedicate those evenings to each other. I remember how you would make hot chocolate for us, the rich aroma filling the room, a perfect comfort drink that you knew I loved. You had this way of making even the simplest moments feel magical.

After hot chocolate, we'd pick a movie to watch. Sometimes we'd go for something new, other times we'd revisit our favorites. I still remember our laughter during comedies and our shared tears during heartfelt dramas. You had this incredible ability to get lost in the story, and your reactions were always so genuine and full of life. I miss that, Caitlin. I miss those quiet, intimate moments when it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

Tonight, I decided to keep the tradition alive. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate, just the way you used to make it. Toby sat beside me on the couch, his head resting on my lap. I picked a movie we both loved and tried to lose myself in it. It wasn't the same without you, but it felt good to honor our tradition, to feel a connection to you through those shared moments.

Mark and Emily joined me after a while, and it turned into a different kind of special evening. Emily snuggled up between us, asking questions about the movie, her curiosity and excitement reminding me of your enthusiasm. Mark made some popcorn, and we all sat together, Toby happily munching on the occasional piece that Emily tossed his way. It wasn't the same, but it was a new kind of warmth, a new kind of comfort.

The nights are still the hardest, Caitlin. The emptiness is a constant reminder of what I've lost. But having Mark, Emily, and Toby here has made it a bit more bearable. They've brought a sense of life and hope back into my days, and I'm grateful for their support. I miss you every moment, but I'm finding small ways to heal, to keep moving forward.

I love you more than words can say, Caitlin. I hope you can see how much you are loved and remembered, how your spirit continues to inspire me. I'll keep writing to you, sharing my days, my thoughts, my love. Forever in my heart, Caitlin.

Yours always, 

Davin