Eleven-
Hey sweetie.
I don't know where you are right now or if you're even safe (gosh, I hope you're safe) but I do know that you're alive. I believe that because you're reading this right now.
I also know that you're hurting. Oh my gosh, you're hurting more than any person deserves. Physically, I don't know what condition you're in but on the inside, something's gnawing at your heart and your mind, something's ripping you apart. It's something you can't quite place, but you hate it.
You miss them. You miss
him.
Mike.
You miss his smile. You miss his voice. You miss his warmth. You miss everything about him. You miss everything you had with him. You miss everything he gave you.
There's no doubt in my mind that you're trying to get back. You want that life again, you want to be surrounded by people who recognize you as a person and to be treated once again with that level of kindness. But more importantly, you desperately want Mike. All you want right now is for him to hold you and show the world to you in his own, special way that he knows you understand and make you feel warm and cared for again. I know you don't know the word for that yet, but don't worry, we'll get there.
This letter's purpose is not to contribute to that gaping hole of longing that's overtaking your mind. Trust me, I know it hurts. Bad. No, this is to show you a new side to your relationship with the person who means the most to you.
Because you deserve to know how much you mean to him.