Dear Arwen:

We are out. Of the house, I mean. I will never cross that threshold again. It's the end of an era for both of us, I guess; we've been together for a long time. As I left the apartment, I felt the sweetest nostalgia wash all over me. Suddenly, there were only the good memories. Laughing crises in the couch at 3:00 am, while we licked iced cream in the best Felicity fashion. Washing our teeth together and trying not to laugh because we'd spit all over each other. The times you let me sit on the toilet while you showered because I was so sad I couldn't stand to be alone even for a minute. The times I did the same for you. Our trip to the sea, driving at midnight under the stairs and singing to keep awake. Watchin movies like Ladyhawk or The Lady and the Tramp, or The Last Unicorn, or maybe ER reruns and crying our eyes out (Mark's funeral oh my). Pillow fights. Punch fights. Tickle fights. Waxing our legs.

All those things Belendor never understood because they were "girly" things.

From my part, all wrong is forgotten. I hope we shall remain as good friends as we used to be.

I love you very much, I thank you for your support when I've needed it, and I'm gonna miss you a lot. You know this was for the better.

I wish you all the luck, I'll see you soon.

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Needed to say that. Other people may not look at it like this, but I do.

I forgot: My Mom bought us a new set of professional cooking pots and a fabulous set of dishes.

I love you, Mommy. Thank you very much. You're the best. I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. But I love you very much.

You too, Daddy.