Finally, I have come to this letter, written especially for you.

You, who will never receive this array of words,

Drawn out by the long strokes of my hand.

Despite everything, I wish I knew how you’re doing.

What your life is like,

How it's changed.

So in the most nonchalant way possible,

What’s up? 

Knowing you, you’d probably answer with just two words:

“The ceiling”.

Despite everything, I miss that.

Despite everything, I still want that back.

However, we cannot turn back the clock. 

That’s Father Time’s job, and for this matter,

Personally,

I doubt he would find it necessary.

I hope to see you again.

Things won’t be like they were, 

Never again.

But maybe that’s for the best.

After all, you taught me some good lessons.

I won’t ever forget them,

And as much as I wanted to at first,

You won’t be forgotten either.

By me, at least.

I hope that we make it through this,

And meet again someday.

‘Cause as long as you keep your funny, mischievous ways,

Your quirky, unique personality,

Your you,

Then I’ll be okay too.

Stay safe, mate.

XO, XO.