Today is a Tuesday. The same day you left. I'm at home eating spaghetti, your favorite. You promised you'd teach me how to make one exactly like your mother's, but I ended up learning it without you.

I always thought you and I would make it until the end of the line.

But I'm better now. It's been 4 years. Nothing's the same and I don't expect it to be. There's this guy who says he loves me but I can't make myself love him back. Not yet.

But I want to...

I'll be visiting your grave tomorrow. The flowers I left last week have probably wilted. Your sister asked me to accompany her to replace them. At the same time, I have something very important to ask you.

Will you let me love again?

-spv