Dear Ex T,

I wish it didn't have to end, but it does, doesn't it. I have written you a poem and I want to draw you a picture. I will write the poem on the picture. And I will make a copy so I will have one too.

I so want to ask you about the future, but I don't dare. This is now the one thing that will go left unspoken I think, unless I can be very brave.

If I can't, I will probably just write to you regardless, and leave it up to you to decide what to do with that.

I can't let you go completely. I just can't.