July 17, 2017, twenty-three days since Mitch died

My love,

I'm counting down the days until I get to be with you.

I wish they would go faster. I need to see your beautiful face. I need to hear your beautiful voice. I need to feel your soft skin underneath my fingertips. I need to feel your soft, warm lips against mine.

I need you.

I looked at more photos of us today. I cried a lot.

I have seventeen cuts now.

I love you.

Please come home.

Yours,

Scott xx