Dear Roxas,
It's been exactly one year since you left me.
I knew you for 358 days. I loved you for 358 days as well, but I only knew that for 179 of them. Now you've been gone for the last 365 days.
The others have been suggesting that I try writing letters to you. Letters that I'll never send. They say it could help me with sorting out my feelings or something. Tch. I say it's bullshit, but I figured I'd finally give it a shot.
A shot. Huh. I could use a shot…
Anyway, what was I saying? Right, the letters…like I'm attempting to do now. Yeah, I decided to finally try it, especially now that it's clear you're not coming back. Now that I've finally accepted it.
Some days are better than others. Most days are just bad. Everything between us ended so quickly. You never even gave me the chance for closure. I guess I can't blame you for that, though. I don't. I only blame myself.
Y'know, I still remember. I got it all memorised. All the days I spent with you are fresh in my mind. It's almost bittersweet, really, because you've forgotten it all.
So maybe that's what I'll write about. I'll write about our time together. Even though you'll never read these letters, I'll still remind you of our story. It'll be more just for me, though. This way I'll be able to look back and know that it wasn't all just a dream.
Yours Truly,
Axel