Oh, Peter. Here we are again, after all this time.

You told me you thought I had changed my mind, that I was cold and distant, that it was a bad idea, it would never work out for us. You say you want to be friends with me, but darling, how do you expect me to do that? I feel so sad, and crushed. I look around the house and every single thing reminds me of you. I go outside and all I see is a city paved with memories of us together. How can I forget? How did you move on? I remember your soft gaze, the way you laughed a little too loud at the movies, how you embraced me and hold my hands, how you would pick out crumbs, or flower petals out of my hair, without taking your eyes away from me. And the way you smiled. Oh, the way you smiled.