Dear Francesca,
I have wanted to write so many times over the years, and I’m sorry this is the letter I must write. I’ve given away everything; I’ve burned all my photos, except the one enclosed for you.
So, if you are reading this letter, it will mean I am gone. To wherever we all go in the end. Into the air, I hope. Or the light, or even back to dust would be okay with me.
But everyday now I remember some new moment of our time together. I had hoped for your call, but I understand why you made the choice you did. Your love for your family is part of my love for you.
I hope you have felt my love everyday. I have been, and always will be yours, forever.
Robert.