Dear Sam,

I'm scared. I hope you're not positive. This pandemic took a toll on my mental health much worse than I thought. The no. of cases is becoming more with each passing day. Now that it's just me within these four walls, our past and an uncertain future is haunting me more than ever.

What if I get the virus and...die?

What if I never get to see you again?

What if we never get a second chance?

What if meeting you again remains only in my head as an unfulfilled dying wish? I guess if that happens, my ghost will haunt you. Lol.

I know how much you don't like horror movies and I know that's because you're scared of finding clowns under your bed in the middle of the night but look at the irony - once I was running from you and now you'll be running from my ghost.

But will you remember me?

If you would've been here, you'd tell me to stop talking about death.
If we would've been together, the thought of death would've never come. Your love, your smile, your embrace would've made everything okay.

God gives everyone a second chance, right? Then what about us?

The one who could've been,

Nia