My Dearest Xxxxxxxx,
Easter Sunday was pleasant. It’s the worst feeling in the world when I can’t spend these holidays with you.
We don’t have to paint eggs or run around town. We don’t have to leave the comforts of home. We don’t even have to speak. It would be nice just to have you around.
It kills me that I can’t steal glances of you. It kills me that I can’t see you smile. God knows I would have given the world for any of those moments.
And that’s why he won’t give them to me.