Dear Katie,

I lie awake at night, sprawled across my sheets that no longer smell of you, wondering where the last year has taken us. I’m sure you’ve gone far from here, and that I am only some distant and annoying thought that creeps up on you on some Sundays. I remember how we loved Sundays. How you used to sweat in the summer time because I was too cheap for air conditioning. Im sorry for that. I want to wrap your perfect smile around my eyes so that I can sleep again. Because waking up next to you was undescribable. I want to trace my secrets across your spine again. Draw the constellations on your freckled skin. But now I wait for faint whisps of scents that smell vaguely like you to get me through the days I have left here. I know that it won’t be long until Im gone from this place. And at least now I won’t have to say goodbye to you.

In this, as in all else, yours sincerely,

Adam