I saw you yesterday. Fucking ghost. It was windy too, you were almost blowing in next to the bus stop. Remember now? I just stood there, I didn't say anything and fuck I felt like a stalker. But it's been almost a year of avoiding the bar, the suburb, the train line, you. Then you invade the city. Not fair sweets.

It was slightly amusing to see you. I still felt that tug in the middle of my torso, not regret, not guilt and really not even lust. It was just remembering what we had, everything we did. How, yeah, I do miss you. A little bit, here and there. When I go to concerts and wonder if you're there.

Do you even remember the last time? I barely do, sweaty, trashed in a random mosh pit and then there you are, grabbing me again. It felt so weird and so right and so wrong. And I was with him. Thank you by the way, for fixing it up so well. Your exit and his entrance, coincided so well. I love him so much. Is that why you left when you did? Because for once... you couldn't compete. I knew it, I think you did too.

You got your lip pierced again. I like it. But I miss those curls Simon. That's a compliment. Not. Just not anything else.

I think that's it.

a/n: this happened a month ago. i sent him all the letters (plus more i didn't put up here). it all came back yesterday. he moved. the end.