My dear, the air around here still hums with the echoes of our laughter, now fading like the last hues of twilight. Each day, I reach for your hand, but grasp only ethereal wisps of moonlight.
Sometimes, I feel the phantom caress of your touch, gentle and fleeting, like the tender kiss of a breeze on a summer's night. Do you remember our dreams, woven with starlight and whispered promises?
Let these words find you, wherever the world has spun you next. In this place where shadows dance and the echoes linger, I will forever cherish our moments, evanescent yet everlasting.