It has been a year and a half since I have last talked to you, and I am finally realizing that we will likely never speak again. Let this letter then be a requiem, a finale.

Thank you. You have touched my life in a way that no other ever has, and I suspect never will. You have been the best sort of friend, one who listens with sympathy and understanding. More than anyone else, I know that I can talk with you about anything.

I have enjoyed every minute that I have spent with you, from hiking through the Cypress Hills to baring my soul by Battle Creek. Too few people like you exist. You are kind, caring, thoughtful, brilliant. Few can claim all of those traits.

For years I have been wondering what was troubling me, and I believe I have finally found it. I love you. It is not obsession, not lust, not infatuation, but pure and simple love. Though I will likely never again see you smile, perhaps one day you will discover that you are my love, my life, my all.

Always,