Dear Gerry,
I’ve agonized over how to write this letter a thousand times.
I’d be lying if l said l didn’t miss you. Love is so rare, when you find it you want to hold on to it, and l tried to hold on as long as l could.
It’s tragic the circumstances we find ourselves in now. Your illness has robbed you of so much, and l know as much as l am hurting, you’re hurting too. I tried to protect you, nurture you and love you to the very best of my ability, but it wasn’t enough to keep you.
I will never forget kissing your little feet under the blanket, so the nurse couldn’t see when you were in the hospital.
I felt immense pain walking beside the washroom where we made love hoping we wouldn’t get caught.
I’ve often thought of coming to your house, but l fear rejection.
I’m trying to move on with my life ( whatever that means ) but l’m finding it difficult, as memories of you are everywhere.
This was the most passionate love affair of my life, but l have come to accept that for now it’s over. I didn’t ever think it would end the way it did, but l’ve heard that the hottest love sometimes has the coldest end.
I will never forget you, and l hope that sometime there will be another chance for us.
I love you peachinine,
Sara
(Xoxo)3