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Dear Moon,

I’ve missed you.  My bed is empty at night without you.  I miss you being there to warm it.  I miss siting on the back porch with you at night.  Shiro misses you too.  Sometimes at night he’ll still be up, and I’ll hear his destressed meows.

I attempted making tteok-bokki the other night.  I remember it was your favorite dish.  I can’t make it nearly as well as you could.  I overcooked it.  But it still tasted good when I remembered how excited you’d get when we ate it.

I’ve started writing a new novel.  The main character is based off of you.  She has your ebony eyes and your bright smile.  She’s very friendly and caring.  And of course, she loves cats.

Are you still painting where you are?  I miss seeing your new images every week.  Even the melancholy ones someone made the world a little brighter.  You had a talent with those brushes of yours.

It’s snowing today.  I remember how you liked the snow.  You were almost like a little kid whenever the sky decided to gift us with it.  It’s still early morning, so it’s still a perfect white blanket.  No one has set their footprint in it yet.  I’m sure Shiro wants to, though.

I sold my first novel three weeks ago.  It was the one you helped me write.  We make a good team.  They want to nominate it for an award already.  I hope even without you I can write my next novel just as well.

Did you know they still sell home run balls at the corner market?  I would’ve thought that after all these years they would’ve been taken off the shelf, but they were still there.  I’ll have to buy some sometime and see if they’re still the same.

The painting you made for me still hangs in the living room.  Even after all the times I’ve moved, I still have it somehow.  Do you remember it?  It’s the one of a pastel sunset you did.  I never liked pastels until you gave me that.  I would’ve much preferred a painting of some forest trees in the dead of winter.  But now my house would be dark without that painting.  It gives the living room some character.

I’m thinking about getting dog.  Your love for golden retrievers has inspired me.  What should I name it?  I think I’ll name it after you.  I hope Shiro won’t mind a new pet.  Even in this small apartment, it feels a bit too empty with just a man and his cat.

I think I must end this letter now.  I wish to write more, but the sun is starting to peek over the horizon now.

Farewell for now,

                        Namjoon”

Namjoon stood up from his desk, folding the letter delicately before slipping it into the envelope.  Then he sealed it shut and penned “Moon” on the front of it.  He pulled his coat off of its hook and shrugged it on before heading for the door.

“I’ll be back, Shiro.”

With that, he was out the door and walking down the sidewalk in the crisp winter morning.  The cold wind bit his nose as he strolled, but he didn’t care.  He walked a few blocks before stopping in front of his destination.  He took a deep breath and stepped into the dark yard.  Then he weaved through many headstones before finally stopping in front of one that read ‘Kim Moon.’  He sucked in a shaky breath.

“Hi Moon.  Have you missed me?  I brought you a letter.  I think Shiro wanted to come too, but it’s too cold out here for a cat right now.”  He chuckled sadly.  A tear slid down his cheek, at risk of being frozen this morning.

“I shouldn’t stay too long this morning.  I have a meeting to prepare for soon.”

He set the letter gently on top of the headstone, another tear slipping down his cheek.

“I didn’t bring you any flowers today.  All the shops are still closed this morning.  Next time, I promise I’ll bring some.”

Then he turned on his heel and exited the graveyard.  He needed to wipe the tears off his face, for a new day awaited him.