I miss you, Cadal. It is the truth so heavy that I can neither utter nor tell—that neither words nor action can bear its weight fully. Every day, I consume myself with the yearning to hear that echo of voice again. Every hour, I ached, condemning myself but I cannot stop craving to see that beautiful face of yours. Every second, I find myself craving that gentle touch when the midnight settles over my bed.. I'm writing this in a breathless haste, torn away by reality. But hear this, I will always be here. Even though this waiting hurts, the emptiness bleeds. I understand. So, please, understand that you can return to me. No matter how deeply you pained me. No matter how many scars you left behind. Nothing cuts deeper than the agony of knowing you believe I hate you. I never could. Come back when you're ready. Or don't. Maybe destiny dictates, do not come back after all if you found a shelter in someone else's arms. I will bear that silence. As long as you're truly happy. But never doubt that my heart will forever remain yours. I still love you. And I'm sorry for that. - From the person you had loved and yet hated, A.N