I looked exactly like the woman in your dream

David,

Not having you here is really tough. It feels like everything is confusing, and I don't even understand why I'm still here. The sadness is heavy, and I can't control my feelings after losing you. My family, especially my dad, keeps telling me to talk to someone about it. I know he wasn't a fan of yours, but now he regrets the things he said. It hurts that he only realized how much he supports us after you left. I wish you could see how he changed his mind. It's sad that this support only came after you were gone.

When I think about our love, so many memories come rushing back. I remember the first time we met - your surprised look when you saw me. You told me you dreamt about me and that I looked exactly like the woman in your dream. I used to tease you, thinking you made it up because it sounded too unreal. I didn't believe you then, but now, I really want to. It's such a romantic story, and I regret joking about it. Whether it was true or not, it's still so romantic to think about. I didn't realize back then how romantic you were.

From the sweet letters you sent to my mailbox to the late-night calls we had across time zones, our love faced the challenge of being far apart. Everyone said it would be hard, and it was, but your words filled with love kept us connected, like a bridge over the miles.

Yet, despite the love we shared, I can't help but feel sad about the moments we missed - watching the sunsets together, going on unplanned adventures, and feeling the warmth of your hug. These are the things that distance took away, leaving our story with some parts left unfinished.

But our love story is strong, a proof of our commitment. It's a story of overcoming the distance, showing how strong our connection is. As I hold onto our memories, I look forward to the day when we can measure our love in hugs again, not just words.

I still love you more than my words can express,

Emma

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