Dear Sarah,

I don't know what's worse: the fact that six months has passed already in the blink of an eye or that I still think about you every single day, even though you told me to let go and to move on.

I keep thinking that all this is just a nightmare that I'm going to wake up from soon. I keep thinking that you're still here. That you haven't left. That you're just a phone call away. That when I finally come home, you will be there waiting for me.

But I know those times are long gone.

You'll be happy to hear that I'm starting to open up again, that I'm starting to do the little things that I have been avoiding these past few months, like going out with friends or photography.

Do you remember?

We used to take photos together all the time. We used to go to majestic waterfalls and beaches during sunset and just capture those moments and freeze them in photographs forever, frozen in time.

I'm nowhere near as good as you are, but I remember all the fun we had together, exploring, discovering.

Enjoying each other's company.

I miss that. I miss doing all that. It's not the same without you here. It's not the same if I can't go on all these little adventures with the love of my life.

But I do it anyway. Because it's the one thing that brings me closest to you, even if you're long gone.

It's the only thing that makes me feel like, at some point, everything is going to be okay again.

But for now, I'll live my life wishing you could be back here with me again.

Love,

Blake