Mine.

My darling,

Do you remember how we met? We met in that park.

Oh, how much things and how much moments we lived in that park... we laughed, we cried, but most of all, we loved.

And here I am now, sitting on this bench in that park. The memory of you is the only thing that keeps me alive inside, though a part of me went with you the day you left me. I am sure that you are watching over me, and smiling as I am writing this letter to you.

One day we will be together again. And the moment my heart will stop beating, my soul will start living... with you.

Forever yours,
Vincent.