I really miss him badly.
I love him dearly (and I still very much do) like no one else has ever done to him before, and not a single day, however psycho-emotionally gloomy, goes by without me thinking about him and hoping that he is still alive and well, safe and sound, somewhere upon this maddened world that we reluctantly share and dwell on.
I don't often pray all that much despite being a staunch Roman-Catholic, but considering the intense gravity of the situation and the deep cutting pangs of loss and loneliness derived from it, I should probably start praying - and pray a lot.
Only a God-given miracle would bring back my beloved Retro at this point - I just hope that he's safe and sound, wherever he is - I miss you, Retro - please come back to me.