Dear you,
It's been one year since you died, and I still feel the emptiness you left in me. There is an ache in my chest, and some days I almost wish I had never met you. Others it seems I have no will to live.
Pope is still chief, though Taylor gave a press conference on a classified case that got him fired in July. Andy, Tao, Sanchez, and Buzz are still in the unit but Provenza retired last month after he had a heart attack. I got promoted to commander just after you died. The best news is Gabriel is back with the all still miss you. I miss you.
It's a Wednesday and the cemetery is nearly empty. There are flowers overflowing around your headstone. There are lilies, daffodils, honeysuckle, roses, an even a few chrysanthemums. I think you would have liked it. There is a phrase in Russian right below your name. I don't know what it means but I'm sure you would have.
I still love you. I can't stop it seems. It is like the year never passed, like it's still the day of your funeral.
I wonder, if you had lived would I have ever realized just how much I love you? I wonder every night if we could have been happy.