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.
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