My dear Z, Sometimes I turn to you to tell you something, but you’re not there. Of course you’re not. You had to leave. To tie all those loose ends together, so you can return to me. One day. I spend my days in this strange world of only me and all those little things I have to do. Like yesterday. Do you remember the dress I wore that night we danced until the sun rose? It still had that wine stain and I felt it was time to get it cleaned. Will having my dress cleaned wash away any memories of you? I think our friends worry about me. I catch them looking sometimes, a worried frown on their faces. Am I really that different without you? They don’t ask me about you anymore. I never had answers. I still don’t. My nightmares are a lot worse without you in my bed. There’s no one to turn to when I wake up in a cold sweat, no one to kiss me until I forget everything but the two of us. Come back to me and help me forget. I wear the earring you gave me in a gold chain around my nec