It’s your birthday in a month. Yes I’ve remembered. I drove past your street today. A lot has happened in the past year and a half. Apart of me has wanted to tell you and apart of me knows you don’t deserve any part of my life. I miss you sometimes. I don’t get nervous when I see you around town anymore. We were crazy in love, weren’t we? I’ve never really been the same since you left. I deleted our photos, they just drove me insane. I’ve never felt as comfortable enough with anyone else but you. I remember I would invite you over and I would still be in my pyjamas, we would spoon in my bed and watch bad tv.