19 December

Dear Roxas,

It's only been four months and I miss you so, so, so much.

I wish that summer never had to end. We had such a great time together. It's been hard to not have you by my side almost every second of the day; even now that those perfect three months have come and passed. It is all really lonely, too. When can we see each other again?

Why won't you write back, or at least call? I'm really beginning to worry and just want to be sure you're okay. Please just give me some sort of response; let me know you still care, because I sure as hell do. I'm not even sure if you ever actually receive or read any of my letters, and it is truly a heartbreaking thing to think about. Please just answer me. I miss you.

I still wear the necklace you gave me. I get compliments for it a lot. People always ask where I get it and I tell them the truth: I honestly have no idea. I just smile and tell them that someone I hold very special in my heart gave it to me and that I value it with my life. Do you do the same with that picture I drew, or is it tucked away somewhere so you can forget about me?

Roxas, I love you. You said you would keep in touch but right now you're making yourself a damn liar! If you can't even send back one little letter to let me know what's been going on with your life, then I don't understand why I keep sending you my own. Unless I get a response, this is my last letter…EVER. I can't let myself worry about you if you're not going to put any commitment into sending me a reply.

I guess this just comes to prove that you really didn't care about me as much as I had thought. If you had, my heart would not be broken right now and we could be calling each other all the time.

I hope you're fucking happy, Roxas, wherever the hell you are.

- Naminé