My love, a long time has passed since last I wrote you. But you never left my thoughts, mostly at night, when I go to bed and dream of you there. I always wish you there with me, every night, and no-one else.

I'm back in Angola now, for a new job... maybe a new life, I don't know. It is hard - although it's my birth country - but not as hard as having lost you. Not even close! Nothing compares to that, and I only wish you were alive and I could be here, or anywhere else in this world, but with you...

I love you so much still. It's just like I believe you can still come to me. I miss you.