Dear Ginger,

I sincerely miss you. It’s been a very long time. Your dog agrees with me. He’s been very patient but he still waits for you to come back. He sits on his bed in your studio everyday, then sleeps with me at night. On your side of the bed, of course. But I guess I can say it’s not your side anymore, however I don’t know if my heart could manage that.

My parents keep telling me to go on a vacation of some sort, but I don’t know how that would help. Because you see, that’s what we would have done together so I can’t just go do it alone. The Bahamas sound nice, though...

I haven’t taken to drinking or smoking myself away, yet. But there’s always tomorrow. Wallowing in self pity has never been my strong suit. But you know that.

Maybe I was too hard on you and I apologize, even though it made you a stronger person I could’ve made myself softer instead. You might still be here.

I’m always hoping that you get my letter but I know that will never happen. It’s just not possible. You broke my heart and took the only thing giving me life right out of my reach.... so I am lost. So very, very lost.

What do I do? Besides leave this letter on the ground in front of your painted portrait?

Without you, I don’t want to. But I will. To remind myself of who I could have been.

But that’s self pity, so I’ll just leave your portrait hanging up for every visitor to see. Your studio will always remain untouched. A gallery for the sad and lonely people missing our dearly departed.

Yours,

James.