I know I’m too old to have imaginary friends, but you are not merely a product of my imagination. You are my mother, and I love you dearly. I haven’t been able to say those three words to anyone in a long time. I want you to hear me say them again, because I wish to fill the emptiness which surrounds me. I love you. Yes, I know I’m being repetitive, but it’s okay to repeat something important, right?
Anyways, I am getting tired now, so I think I will rest for a bit. I can’t promise that I’ll write every day, but as much as I need to. As much as you want me to. But I promise, you’ll hear from me again, even if I don’t hear from you.

With love,
Casimir