Something so absurd.

I wrote this a few days ago, with intentions of posting it on here right then after, but my laptop cord decided to break and what have you. But I got that all sorted out, sweet stuff.

The title doesn't really quite fit with the whole "story" (it's not really a story but whateves), but I kinda thought it fit with what was going on - hopefully that doesn't confuse >_>

I got the title idea from this

Which was something I wrote.

And what I wrote below is kind of depressing, most of what I write usually is - because that's just how I roll.

Btw, I never noticed how short this was >_>

Dear Fiona dearest,
As you know, I am horrible at writing letters - but you're an exception. I cannot begin to explain just how much I miss you; I miss your warm smiled, your soft hanrds in my own rough ones - but more than anything, I miss your presence around me. Even though I know that you're still probably around me in spirit; it's just not the same. I've started accepting the fact that this isn't just another one of your photography trips, and that you're never coming back. It's been about a year now since you've been gone. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I can still feel yor body beside my own. Other times I can hear you singing in the kitchen as you're brewing coffee.
Since you've been gone, I had about five relapses back to alcohol. But still, I cannot drown my sorrows. This is why I have decided to end my pain and suffering without you. I have devoted myself to you and detached myself from everyone else.
I need you to know that this will do more good than bad. And I know that you would want me to pull myself up - but I just can't take this anymoe - I need to be with you again. I also need you to know that this will cause me less pain then the pain of you not being here.
That is all I have left to say.
Not another word.
I love you my dearest, forever and always.
Yours truly, Rick.