Dear, Tris

It's been a month since I've written to you.

I'm not sure that's a bad thing or a good thing.

I think of you everyday, but the thoughts make me almost smile now, not cry.

I have smiled, but it seems unfair to smile when your not here to share it with. Your smile was so beautiful.

I would do anything to see it again. It's okay, I'll just have to settle with the memory, as much as that hurts.

Everyday I hurt, but it each day I hurt a little less. You would want me to be happy. I want to be happy.

I'm going to try to be happy for you.

I applied for a job in Political Business, and they're offering me the job. I'm thinking about taking it. The distraction would be good, but what's the point of success if you have no one to share it with?

I want to share everything with you.

Love,

Tobias

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