Dear,

I won't say I can't live without you.
I definitely would. The minutes would pass and the days would go on turning to months and years.

I just want to tell you that I wouldn't want to live if you left. The cold bed on the other side, the unwashed shirt with your scent would be something I'd wrap myself into. The kitchen would be empty without you cooking breakfast there, early morning, or me cooking for you and you holding me from behind. Crying in the bathroom won't be the same because you won't be there to hold me, and the living room would be dead but alive with all our memories - of crazy dancing and canoodling on the couch – that I'd better shut the walls and sink on the floor. The streets would remind me of us walking together, and the beach would remind me of us giggling.

Sure, I'd live without you; but death would be more appreciated.