We are stepping in to the last quarter of this year. You are no longer here. You are out there somewhere. 

I don’t know if it is real or I am going crazy that I can sense you everywhere. 

 I miss you. I really do, and hope you know.

Christmas is coming. Two months from now. I remember us planning how we were going to enjoy the season. 

I shared with you my favourite seasonal frappe. I dared you to taste the drink from my lips. You didn’t. You just tasted my bare lips. Though that was very okay. 

I haven’t had a chance to try a pumpkin spice latte once, but promise you here that I will. Sadly, I couldn’t tell you what I would feel about your favourite one in return. 

I probably update that in the next letter.

Be healthy Godness.