Dear Prowl,
I see you in everything – the birds, the sun, the sky. I see you in the candlelight when I'm reminded of ice blue optics that looked warm, so, so warm… I remember the way you smiled that night, the night you said you loved me…
I hope you know that I looked for you. I didn't believe them when they said…you were gone.
I tried to follow you. I didn't understand why Ratchet did not, could not, see what I needed to do.
It doesn't matter. I'll try harder next time. Don't forget to wait for me.
See you soon,
Jazz.