I definitely have a message for you, it has been waiting for the right moment to rush to your heart!
I dream of daisies and long cotton underwear, and I remember how they itch! (humor)
I think of you often. I miss your incisive wit. I miss your gentle touch. I miss the energy you used to radiate to me. I miss sitting beside you and drinking a smoothie (so tasty!). I miss the white roses from the windowsill. I miss tasting each new drink together.
I always acted strong, as if I didn't need you. But I did. I wore many masks, the wounded one, the mighty one, the angry one. I never reached out the way I should have.
I know I never did so well. But if I can just tell you, my love for you was real. It was pure. Perhaps the only pure thing I ever had. But like the venom of a snake, my addictions ate my soul.
Now that the writer has found her voice, I can speak to you of these things. For I am not as I used to be, and could not come through in the usual way. I knew you needed to hear it. I knew you needed to feel my love, without the pain it used to bring.
I admire your great strength and beauty.
Please forgive me.