My dearest Evelyn,

I watch the raindrops trace their way down the windowpane, mirroring the tears that stain my cheeks. The empty spaces in our once-shared room mock me—the hollow bed where we whispered secrets, the chair where you sat reading poetry, the mirror that reflected our intertwined souls. Now they are just voids, waiting to be filled with memories that will never be.

I wonder if you think of me as you lie beside him. Do you remember the warmth of my embrace, the way my fingers traced constellations on your skin? Or have those moments dissolved like mist in the morning sun?

My love for you remains, stubborn and unyielding. It’s a flame that refuses to be extinguished, even as the winds of change blow through our shattered fairy tale. I wish you happiness, Evelyn, even if it’s not with me. Perhaps in another lifetime, our paths will cross again, and we’ll find our way back to each other.