Dear... M
I'm pathetic. These days I remember our conversations more often. I'll be engaged in a task and your memories spur up in my mind. Remember how we read your poetry in class and planned to visit France someday?
Remember the day when I was leafing through your journal and glanced upon the question “What is life?” I was too naive to understand you then. Now I'm pathetic. For once, I want to have a talk with you and you are nowhere.
Your birthday is approaching, 31st of December. Remember when you joked how the whole world celebrates it for you? I did that too for the past three years you haven't been around. But now, I am tired of waiting.
H said you never know what fate has in store for you. So, this year too I'll wish for your happiness and hope we might be able to meet someday.
I hope you are hearing me wherever you are.