Dear Emma,
Henry came home today. He looked better than last time we saw him. He told us about his girlfriend from Rehab. No worries, she is amazing. Her name was Melanie, and she was from Portland. Henry met her through the group counseling and started to be each other's mentors for a while. Until, they hit something brighter and cheery.
I wanted that relationship like him. But this time, it would be with you. I miss you so much. I wanted you to come home like now. Storybrooke has been our home for long. But you are my home, and I come to you, but you are gone.
No words from you. I've been little depressed lately because of your absence. Every night, I walk to the window seat in my bedroom and look up at the stars. I think of you every day.
Come home,
RM