Dear Calum,

I lost a few pounds today, and the look on my mother's face was not what I expected. I don't want to tell you the whole situation for now.

Anyway, I wish I had told you how warm your embrace was. In your arms, I had felt like home, even if we're at a place where no human had existed, as long as I was in your arms, I was home. I wish I had told you, but my fear of losing you happened when I was about to. Even so, I wanted to tell you so badly.

Your fiancé must be lucky to be in your arms; in your embrace. But, all I ever ask was just not to hold her like you used to with me. Selfish, I know. But please understand that I had once built a home in your arms, and her presence was unwelcoming in my home. Sadly, I know you're holding her as i write this entry. That was a painful slap of reality. But she's building a house in your arms, but not a home.

You are my home.

Yours sincerely,

Bea