Dear Arthur,
I can't keep writing your letters anymore, I'm sorry. Matthew is concerned about my health, I just miss you so much, it's killing me. He tells me that I need to come to terms with the fact that you're not coming back. It's just so hard to not be able to see your face. He tells me I'm just fooling myself, giving myself false hope. I just can't get my heart to believe that you're gone. But I need to stop, everyone is worried.
So, I guess this is goodbye.
I love you so much, I need you to remember that. I'll always love you and no one else.
Love,
Alfred