Dear Mirabelle,

Today I saw a person walking down the street that looked just like you and I didn't know how to react. I wanted to say something, but I knew it couldn't be you.

You're dead.

Still, somewhere I have hope that like maybe it was the remnants of shield and like maybe they were hiding you. Sometimes I wish that like you faked your death and this was all one big dream.

But it isn't and that hurts. I miss you more and more everyday and I almost feel like every day that something moves I think it's you.

I don't know, thus probably sounds weird, but my heart hurts without you here. I don't know how to deal with you being dead.

Peter
(Ps I stopped signing love
bc my therapist told me to)