So, I was thinking about you the other day when I was reading that first letter I wrote to you. I don’t know if you ever got it. I thought you did because I thought I found you, not long ago.

I met this girl you see, who, for a moment that lasted forever, gave me the best time of my life. She made me smile, not my face but my heart. I swear she had your lips, and your heart and your mind, she even talked to me like you used to. And every passing moment I thought I saw more and more of you in her, I almost called her by your name, thank God I didn’t. She made me happy like I know you made me happy.

But it wasn’t you, oh how I wish it were you, that would have meant I found you again. I know you’re still out there; you just make it harder and harder for me to find you. You got me hurt now; I think I’ll let you be the one who does the searching for a while because I’m done for now. Find me and make me believe in you once again.

I live in Austin now, just so you know. They key is under the doormat, please make yourself at home that my house is open to you whenever you want to come back into my life. I miss you so…