To the girl who will love him next,

To start off, this is not a hate letter for you. This is merely a letter intended just for you. As you know, I am his past lover. By the time you'll receive this letter from Joy, I am long gone. I told her to make sure to deliever this letter to the one whom she deems perfect to be with Calum; the one who'll grow old with Calum. 

I envy you, darling. You get to hold him, love him, and be loved back by him. You're the one whom he goes home to, and the one who he finds happiness with. You're the one whom he cherishes forever, and the one whom he'll marry. You're the one whom he'll grow old with, and listen to your grandkid's stories. You're the one whom he gets to spend his whole life with. You're the one whom he dances with at 3 in the morning, as you await for the beautiful sunrise. You're the one whom he'll joke around with. You're the one whom he makes love to. Your lips are his to taste, and your eyes are his to gaze. 

 I have been his home from the start, and I found a home in him. I'm sure you have too, but it wasn't like mine. He was my home, my world, and my universe. I have loved him ever since I met him, and I continued to love him in the dark even when he left, and life started to shift. He was my oxygen, and when he was stolen from my grasp, I did not know how I had managed to survive for he was the only source of my life. 

Always remember that he likes hot coffee in the morning, tea if it's rainy and when he feels like he's "one of the royals." He loves to take hot baths whenever he feels down, and he likes it especially if you'll wash his hair with his favorite shampoo. He'll feel all  the stress come off as soon as you do so. He loves to have a morning jog every mondays and thursdays. He loves the beach, and just stare at the sea under the sun, and even under the moon who shines for him, and only him. Remember all those, because those are some of the little things that I love about him. 

Calum is precious, and please, just please don't forget to remind him. He may have his own rough edges, just like a rose with a bunch of thorns. Don't forget to remind him how his mere existence was a gift to the world. He'll sometimes forget to love himself, but I trust that you'll show him. Show him how to love himself, and to never ever forget that he is loved by everyone, especially by me. Don't give him the world, nor the galaxy. He'll only want your presence, and your love. He is the eighth wonder of the world. 

Until my last breath, his name will be the last thing to slip past my lips, and the last face I'll ever remember. So please, don't be like me, and tell him everything that he needs to know. Not telling him he was everything to me, was the only thing I've ever regret. Don't make the same mistake as I did, and love him with every atom of your being. 

Please be careful, you're holding my world. 

Yours sincerely, 

His past love.