Dear Callumz,
We've come so far. This morning was different; I couldn't stay with you. Leaving is painful and I hate it, but I know that in four hundred and ninety four days, we'll be together all the time.
All I wanted was to stay curled up in bed, listening to the rhythm of your breathing, but the day had other plans. I think about you all the time- the moments we shared together, the things we do differently now.
You may say you're not good at being romantic, but the truth is that you are actually perfect at it. You always say just the right thing to make me smile.
Love always,
Kaiteh.
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