Sunday 13 June 2010


Dear C,

One thing I was not expecting yesterday:

Seeing you at Parklife. In a crowd of 15,000 people. A year to the day after we broke up. Wearing the first t-shirt I ever bought you.

To say I was freaked out is an understatement. I wish you could have spoken to me, instead of reacting as though you'd been shot. Then again, I felt like I'd been shot. I wish you nothing but good things, always.

Things happen for a reason. I'm just not entirely sure what the reason is yet.

Look after yourself,

H xxx