Dear Milo,
I still do it. I still check the windowsill. I still leave the door open a crack, and then I remember.
“He sat on every page I ever tried to read.”
I would give anything to be annoyed by that one more time.
I’m sorry for the days I was in a hurry. I’m sorry for every “not now.” You never once held it against me.
Thank you for 14 years.
The house is too quiet. I’m not ready to fix that.
I’ll be okay. Not yet. But I will.
You were the best one. I’m telling everyone.
Love, always,
Sam