Dear _____, I lie here at late at night, memories of you tumbling inside my head. I think about the way we used to be, and the things we ______. I can still taste your ________ on mine, and feel you ______ to me. I wish I could escape to the _______, to these memories of you and me. Nothing has ever felt so _______, and no one has ever made me feel so _______, and when I think of what has passed, I keep wondering where we went wrong. Maybe my _______ for you is in vain; maybe our ___________ will never be the same. But I'll keep waiting for the sun to shine, for you to turn around and give us one more try. Love, ________