Jen, do you still remember me? Been a while since I wrote to you hasn't it. It's been 6 years today since you were taken. 6 awful, heartaching years without you. I miss the way you'd bring me coffee in the morning, reading the latest joke in the paper, or the way you would sit at your vanity applying the make up you didn't need and watch me in the mirror. I miss the way you'd get cold and steal my clothes, steal my scarfs even steal my body heat by cuddling up to me wherever we were. I miss the feel of your lips on mine, your hands against my chest or grasping at my collar on that jacket you loved. I miss the way you were with the kids, getting up for all those night feeds, changing all those horrid nappies. Jared made me feel super old, he got married last week. I know you were there, I saw you, the sun was out all day and the brightest star came out at night. I knew that was you. Did you see Lily's hair?! She wanted it like yours, the way you had it in that picture of you beside our bed, you're sat on the floor of Storybrooke pulling that cutest face of yours. God I miss that. Miss those cute faces you'd pull everyday, remember that face you pulled when Josh chased Ginny with a rat down the street?! I've a picture of that face somewhere, have to find it and show the kids. Once came to end last week. After the two year hiatus when you left, they brought it back. It wasn't the same. It got cancelled we couldn't go on. Nothing's the same anymore. The only thing the same is that I'm drinking rum for your favourite glass, just like every evening. The kids are out tonight. Jared's at his new place, Lily's visiting your parents and Liam's on his first legal night out. Don't worry I gave him all your 'be careful' tips! Hows life up there? Is my brother treating you well? I gave him strict instructions in his letter that he was to take care of you, treat you to everything and anything you wanted. I'll be up there soon, and we'll drink rum together, watching the kids get old together. I'll never forgive the bastard that took you away. I'm still trying to find him, me and your father are getting there. I'm sure it won't be long now. My bottle of rums empty now. There's nothing left. The bottles empty, just like my heart. You filled it lass, you made it whole. But your fill it again soon. Goodnight my angel, sleep well tonight. Love you forever. C x