Dear Torison,
It's been a month without you. I think of you a lot, especially when I do things in the kitchen. No one helps me pick up cookie crumbs, dropped scramble eggs...etc. I also think of you while walking, laying in bed and trying to sleep, and any other random time.
The house is almost done for us to move in, which means we are going to move out from the apartment soon…I should be happy, shouldn't I? But then I think of our last memory was at this apartment, and... there's a bit of me that don't want to move away.
It's getting cold, and I hope you are at somewhere warm. I miss you a lot, but I'm doing great.
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