September 30, 2016
Today I will hold you for the last time. I will not be arrogant to assume that you will be crushed by this. What I'm sure of is that you will read these letters and do your best to understand me even if I'm not asking that of you. You will get off the bed, make coffee, and go to work. You will think of me sometimes, and with love. You will be fine and you will be not. You're a star I didn't know how to handle. Too beautiful. And someday you will understand that we both needed this.