Dear ___,

I hate the rain, and the way the clouds block out the sun, making it seem as if the world is dark. It was raining that day, all those months ago. I never really got over it, not entirely. I came home to a quiet house, but you were never quiet. You had so much energy, and I loved that about you. You made up for everything I lacked, which was a lot, in my opinion. You were my sunshine, my light, my inspiration, my heart, my other half. Before I'd met you I'd been broken, barely able to function. You pieced me back together and filled in my missing parts. I'll never forget the way your eyes would crinkle when you smiled, a breathy laugh escaping past your lips. The way you would blush every time I said "I love you". Rainy days are no longer the same without you. Nothing is the same.   Dear ___, I moved last week, I couldn't stand staying in that house without you to fill it. I've been eating less, and I might even be lighter than you by now. I started smoking, too. I know I used to complain about the ashes you used to leave, but I miss them. I miss you.   Dear ___, Every day gets harder and harder. I feel like there's something poking my heart, and sometimes it gets difficult to breath. Maybe it's the cigarettes, but I think it's only from not having you around anymore.   Dear ___, I saw your mom yesterday. She cried when she saw me, which of course brought me to tears as well. I miss you so much that sometimes I find myself lost.   Dear ___, I heard your mom m