Yours, Garett

8.

Hello, lover mine,

I'm growing your favourite flowers in the garden. White roses, like you love. They were in the crown you wore on our wedding day. You loved them. Said they smelt inviting. Delicious. Fresh. Like Love itself. You were always poetic when it came to love. Especially when it comes to loving me. I never understood why you love me. But now I do. You loved everyone. Me, your family, Leslie, everybody. I miss you more than words will ever be able to express. You make me so happy, and I can't wait to see you again.

I must be going now.

Yours,
In truth, very sadly,
Garett.