Echoes of You

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Dear Caitlin,

The snow outside creates a serene backdrop, but inside, my heart is heavy with memories of you. Today, I found myself thinking about our arguments, those moments when emotions ran high, and how we always managed to find our way back to each other.

You were always so passionate, Caitlin, and sometimes that led to intense disagreements. I remember how your eyes would fill with tears when you were upset, and my heart would break seeing you like that. But I loved reassuring you, holding you close, and whispering that everything would be okay. Your vulnerability made me love you even more, and I cherished the trust you placed in me.

Our fights were never just about anger. They were filled with love and deep emotions. I would try to lighten the mood, often by teasing you, which would inevitably lead to you throwing a pillow at me. I can still hear your exasperated voice saying, "Davin, you're impossible!" before launching the first pillow. That was the signal for our epic pillow fights.

Those pillow fights were legendary. We would chase each other around the house, laughing and dodging pillows, all our previous tension evaporating into pure joy. Toby would join in, barking excitedly, caught up in the chaos. It was in those moments that I realized how perfect we were for each other, how our love could weather any storm.

Mark and Emily came over again today, and we decided to stay inside, warm and cozy. Emily asked about the times we fought, and I couldn't help but smile as I recounted our pillow fights. She laughed, imagining us in the middle of a pillow war, and it felt good to share that part of our relationship with her.

We spent the afternoon drawing. I sketched a picture of us having a pillow fight, capturing the playful chaos and the love that always shone through. Emily loved it and wanted to create her own version. It was heartwarming to see her so engaged, to know that she was connecting with your memory in her own way.

Later, we made hot chocolate and sat by the fire, talking about you. Mark shared a story about a time when we were kids and had a snowball fight that turned into a pillow fight inside. It was comforting to hear those stories, to be reminded of how you brought so much joy and laughter into our lives.

As the evening turned into night, I felt the familiar ache of missing you. The nights are still the hardest, Caitlin. The emptiness is always there, but having Mark, Emily, and Toby around makes 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