The spooky season is over and I’m noticing your absence already. We had a good run. So much fun. There was a time where we talked every day. We were even getting to the point where my husband was making friends with your apparitions. You were becoming a routine in this house. You began to possess us.

I didn’t know you were a ghost at first. I’ll be honest. You seemed pretty grounded to me. We wrote together. Sang together. Talked about our lives, although far apart. You even started sharing me with your family. Sometimes I’d find my husband off giggling on his own with you. We’d share holidays with each other. Exchange gifts.

Our creativity got the best of us sometimes. We had big ideas. Ideas that are still floating around out there that probably won’t ever see the light. But it was fun creating them with you. We’d argue. Get into stupid misunderstandings. Meaningless fights. Afterwards we’d just laugh and shrug it off. We were so open to change and accept each other. A true friendship was being formed.

Then the season changed. Things started to unravel for you. You were finding it hard to stay in one play. You needed a change. Your happiness was at stake and I was there with you every step of the way.

I wish I had seen what I see now though. You were floating away and I was chasing you.

I don’t know if anyone is at fault, though we both know my insecurities blame me. I’m told time and time again that people come and people go. The world rotates constantly. Relationships change.

Fine. Sure. Technically. But change doesn’t have to be cruel. Talking every day to not talking at all. A distance when there’s already a natural one.

I don’t want my letter to you to ramble. To spiral. I can feel the grip around my heart as I think about how all the “How are you?” “What have you been up to?” “How’s your husband?” “I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” disappeared. It’s like we skipped all these steps because I stopped chasing you.

I’m glad for those moments we shared during the spooky seasons. A whole year of it. It was terrifyingly wonderful and that’s why, now that the spooky season is gone, I’m hurting at the emptiness. I’m hurting because I have to let go of something I never really had.

Because you ended up being a ghost. And we all know what happens to ghosts from here…

They end up where all the ghosts go.

Your friend,

Me