My dearest Xander,
I miss you so. I cannot think of anyone else tonight, only the memories of you and me. It's been over a year since you died and nothing is the same without you. I went to Podmore just because I wanted to feel close to you, but it just made the loneliness worse. Beth asks for you still, and I cannot figure out what to tell her. I'm torn up inside because you're not here and our children miss you. I still get mail from your parents, with drawings of you as a child in them. They've commissioned an artist to copy the old ones they've had done and with each one that comes by owl it reminds me that you're not here.

I have to confess, there were a few days where I was dosed with amortentia that a man whose name shall not be written down ever again took over your place in my thoughts. I hate it now, the feelings I can remember from those few days. He is not you, no one will ever be you. I know society expects me, a young woman still in her prime to get married again and have more children, preferably more boys, but I cannot think past tonight when the wine bottle is empty and I cry in the corner once more.

I miss you so.
I love you.
Yours forever,
Ellie