I leave the interview a little agitated, I think I've messed it up a bit, I think this time I've gone too far. And I realize it even more when I see your five missed calls on my cell phone. And it's strange because we haven't spoken for four years.

I just released my new album, Harry's House, so I have several interviews, meetings, things like that. But in today's interview they asked about one of my most personal songs, "Matilda". A song I wrote entirely with you in mind. I have basically reflected what your life was like during our adolescence in it. How your parents never showed you their support and you carried on as if nothing had happened.

The thing is that we were best friends, but four years ago I decided to tell you that what your parents did to you was not normal, and that you had to forget about them in order to move on. That didn't sit well with you and... you decided to cut me out of your life.

So today, when they asked me who the song was for, I responded that it was for an old friend, who had had a difficult childhood and adolescence and... I miss her a lot. Because it is the truth, it is a fact that I miss you, and maybe in the depths of my being I hoped that you would listen to the interview and realize that you also missed me.

My cell phone starts ringing and your name appears on the screen again. Shit. Surely you're not angry... or maybe you just want to fix things, maybe you haven't even heard the interview... right?

"Hello..." I say as soon as I pick up. "What a surprise that you called me..."