It has been some time since we last spoke. You and I are both busy. We lead busy lives and the gap between us just seemed to get away from one another.
Looking back I see that we did have something. I mean thats why you said the things you said right? In writing this I ask many questions about the time that has passed since we last said anything to one another.
We don’t even live in the same city any more.
Our friend circles barely cross.
I am not even sure what you look like now.
Here are some of my questions if you would hold a conversation with me:
How the hell are you?
How is your mum?
Where do you live now?
What are you doing now?
Are you well and happy?
Bought a house yet?
Finished studying yet?
Hows the wife?
Won any more medals?
How many times did you get burnt over summer?
Do you still drive a more than one vehicle?
Do you still have my top?
Do you still have the photos of us?
The letter I wrote to you?
The gifts I gave you?
How is your health?
Still think its all about you?
Still think I was being selfish?
Or have you changed?
It may of been years but really how much do people change? You drift into another city but you take those dirty habits with you. The nail biting, the cursing, wearing hats inside, the down putting, making me chose, making me into a girl I did not want to be.
You may wonder why I am addressing all of you and not just one. Why even write this when you have a boyfriend Seren? Why even give them another thought? You make the whole picture come full circle. I have to give you credit for that.
It would be a shame
to look back on this
and (out of bitterness)
not call it love.
So if that is what it was why bother writing anything when the moment has passed. Time did not stop and nothing can go back to what it was. Maybe this is all the courage I have to say anything to you because of what happened between us.
Calling you out is not the game I want to play so I mean I could just use your initials.
P. E. E. R. S.
PEERS, what a way to sum up some of my life in a snap shot.