Patrick's Day.

Dear Moose,

You're gone now. I'm not sure where you went, or if you'll come back. But you're gone. The person that has taken your place is so much different. He doesn't know me as well as you did. You always understand what was important to me, even if it was silly or serious. It's really hard letting you go, knowing you've disappeared. It's hard because that's how beautiful you were to me. Today is our day, Patrick's Day, as you know. Unfortunately we cannot be crazy together on this day, like we did the past three years. I'll miss you a little bit extra this day.

It's been a few weeks since I've detected that you weren't you anymore. It was a rather quick fade, it seems. I can feel the pain physically, wanting to cry. I'm trying to calm it down by writing this, but it's forming inside of my throat. I'm too fragile now, I suppose.

Since you are gone, I'm not sure what I'm holding onto. I wish you'd come back today, but I have no control over that. We had such a detailed past and history with each other. For it to end abruptly is quite a stab in the most sensitive part of my heart. The sad thing is you didn't warn me you'd be leaving. You didn't say goodbye, which is fine, as I dislike goodbyes. But I had no idea I'd  be losing you this way.

I'll miss you forever and a day until you return.

Love,
Schtiffnay