A/N: Hi there! I remembered writing a story for this fandom, but I accidentally erased it and I didn't save it somewhere else, so yeah. To those who actually enjoyed it, just PM me or something if you want me to rewrite it again, if I actually remember what I wrote ^^;;

Disclaimer: Just in case, I own nothing. Except for the laptop I'm using. This story was inspired from "Talking with the Dead" by hiro7.

Dear Matsuda-kun,

The 'dear' part was just out of formality since this is a letter after all. Go ahead and laugh all you want up there, but I just miss you. Really, I mean, you were actually the first man I ever fell in love with, apart from my otou-san, though.

How is it up there? I know you can't read this physically, but surely you can see me writing this right now. Oh yeah, tell my otou-san I said hi, and also tell him that me and okaa-san miss him real much. I still kept the handcuffs.

Speaking of handcuffs, I remembered you told me that a person would only be dead if I forget them. You were playing with the handcuffs, remember? When you told me this? Never mind.

I don't know why I'm writing this letter anyways to begin with, Yumi said something about how the letters will bring something good for the person. I don't see the point, since you're already not here.

I'm sorry if I haven't visited your grave, I'll just bring back memories of you, and then I'll end up crying again. Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh, but I'm lady, so I can cry all I want. Okay, maybe that doesn't sound good, but still.

Since I know you're watching from up there, do you notice anything different? Like the cases were getting, or the usual office routines, or maybe even my love life?

Yeah, you read this right, I'm in a relationship.

His name is Takagi Wataru.

He was just new after your, you know, and I really didn't bother with him when he was introduced. Remember, still traumatized from you-know-what.

But he caught up eventually, and it was good that he knows what he's doing. But sometimes, that guy can be a real klutz. I even wonder until now how he actually made it to Division 1, but you know, just out of curiousity.

He's exactly like you, and even that time with the bomber case, he told me some familiar words that you know what I'm talking about.

"You must not forget if that's an important memory to you, especially since when a person dies, he can only live in the memories of others" Even until now, I still remember that phrase. He can be a man of words in his own ways when he wants to be.

I wonder what he's doing right now? I'm off duty today, and I still haven't told okaa-san about my relationship with Takagi-kun. And knowing her, she's trying to make me read all those guys' profiles again. I'm sorry, but I already have one, but I just couldn't say it. Not yet anyways. . .

But instead of watching sappy television dramas and make fun of them, I might as well write this, and it was actually worth it you know? I feel like I'm talking to you right now, here with me, making fun of sappy television dramas. . .

I really miss you, Matsuda-kun. . . .

You know, that p.s. on your last message still haunts me until now, and I have all these what ifs in my head, like what if you were alive? Or what if we got together, get married, have a family. . .

It's not that I'm not happy with Takagi-kun, really I am. In fact, he became someone I would want to be with for the rest of my life. He's sweet, kind, caring, dutiful to his job, and whenever I see him with the Detective Boys, I feel like I'm seeing him with our children. I know, I'm thinking too much.

I'm going to stop my letter here for now, my hand hurts from all that writing. But don't worry, I'll write again, when I have the time of course. Maybe I should do one during work, but I must be setting an example and as representing the Metropolitan Police Department, I mustn't slack off.

Bye bye for now, Matsuda-kun, take care up there!

Yours truly,

Satou Miwako

A/N: What do you think? I'm not good with romance to begin with, but then again, this is more like writing letters about what's going on and all. Satou can be OOC so please forgive me if she is. Like I said, it's hard to write these kinds of fics. I can only write when I'm inspired to do so.

Should I continue though?

Of course! Because there's 49 more letters to go! XD