My dear

It seems that I am the only one who still remembers you fondly. All the others speak with nothing but disgust about your mood towards others, while I can only remember you with spark, feeling and cachet, so to say. I still wonder if we did the right thing back then. I still wonder if we should have just... corrected it, and lived on. I loved you, I really did. I wonder what your last thoughts were, if they were remorse, resent, or maybe just misunderstood. Maybe you figured you'd wake up again, groggy as you were last time. Maybe you didn't even realize what was going to happen. Maybe you never knew, in which case I kind of envy you. But now you're gone, and here's your... replacement. But he can never replace your spark, your love for me, my love for you.

I miss you...