I think I know who you are now. I know what I miss about you, even though it's been a while since I first felt you near me.
Cara.
Dear. I used to call you that.
Tu si mi cara.
You are dear to me.
Il mio amore.
My love.
I have begun to feel you fade. Your presence is only with me at certain times. Or sometimes you will only visit me in my dreams.
Oh, to see you smile; I remember when you were happy. I hope death is treating you well.
Do you hear me, ghost? Do you know how I feel? Do you know just how much I regret never telling you how much I love you?
I felt you with me as I painted sunflowers today. I hung a sheet of canvas on the wall and I felt you behind me, watching. I knew you were happy with me, maybe even a bit proud of me. I don't know.
I just know what I'd like to believe.
Do you remember when you told me that our fate was tied to each other? That the stars we're formed with the idea of us together? I remember.
I also remember how I replied. I was too shy to tell you in my own words, so I quoted a song instead. And you understood because it was an artist that you introduced me to, one that we loved together.
"Well, I don't have a heart.
I gave it to you long ago.
I'm so in love with you,
I just thought that you should know."
Ghost, do you remember?
Do you understand?
I hope you have found peace, because every day without you feels like a war in my brain.
And I'm tired of losing.
Love,
C.
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