Letter's to the unknown

My love

Dear unknown, 

It's me again. I need you to talk to me, face to face. People are not believing me when I tell them that you talk to me. I need proof, they tell me I'm unwell. That it's the grief. I know it's not true. I tried telling them about last night. I know it was you, there's no denying it. The smell of lavender had always radiated off of you, even if there was a different smell to you. It was almost as if you came from the woods. I know you thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I haven't been able to sleep for a while now. 

You gave me comfort last night when you sang your favorite lullaby to me. I remembered how you told me about your mother singing you that same lullaby every night before bed.  I can see why, it was very soothing to hear. Although your hands were freezing, which I assume is because  you were outside for a while, I appreciate you helping me fall asleep. I had missed the way your hands had felt when they combed through my hair. It reminded me of old times. I could hear your heavy breathing by my ear, it seemed like you were going to say something. But, the breathing stopped, the hand went away and I could no longer smell lavender. I thought I imagined it, but you had forgotten your wedding ring on the pillow next to me.

I can hear you every night, walking around the house. That was it, just walking. I have never seen you, just heard. You seem to vanish every time I try to look for you. So I stopped, I just lay there in bed, listening to you walk up and down the halls every night at 10 pm. 

People keep telling me to let you go, but how can I when you are at my house every night. You need to come out of hiding. People are getting worried. I know you are scared, but hiding is not the way. So, please, I beg of you, come out of hiding and we can have a happy life together.

I'll be there. Watching them lower an empty casket to the ground. People say you're dead, but how can they say that. You are still out there, I know it. You're reaching out to me for help. I don't know-how and the police have called your case off. I'll be there. I'll also be there when they find out you're alive.

I'll be at the cellar tomorrow night at 5 pm. Don't be late.

Your love,

Damien