Dear Manu,

There are days when I still turn toward you in my mind before I turn toward anyone else.
Some habit of love remains stronger than absence. I see something beautiful, something funny,
something small that only you would have understood, and my first instinct is still to tell you.

Maybe that is why this page exists. Not to prove anything to the world. Not to make grief look poetic.
Only because my heart still speaks to you, and I need one place where those words can sit safely.

In these letters, I am still the person you teased, loved, encouraged and filled with courage. I write to you from the life we shared and the life I am learning to carry forward.