Dear T,
I wish we could talk again. I wish I could have explained how I felt the last time we saw each other. I wish our work together had been different, but that was on me. I wasn't able to understand what I needed so there was no way I could've asked for it.
It still hurts, you know, that gaping hole you left in my heart.
Why you? You're not supposed to die on me. Did you know that?