A Letter

Darling, 

I love you. And I'm sorry about the boxes. There are so many and they are so full. You may read anything you find, though I don't recommend it; keeping the contents to yourself afterwards will hurt too much. 

Why am I doing this? I don't know. I just think it might be necessary. 

If I'm not here when you get back, it's not because I don't want to be.

Remember that.

I love you. I want to say how much, or what it's like, or the way I feel when I see you, but there are no words and I don't know how. 

I love you. Remember my pie. 

Forever Yours, 

VC