This is the right place. I’ve checked the address 3 times, this has to be it. The location I have on you says this is it. But it’s hard to see, the windows are all frosted glass. I can’t give up, though. Not after I went through all this trouble to come see you.

Not that you’d know about all that, anyway.

I round the corner of the house, the sound of the party inside spilling out onto the street. It oddly brings a smile to my face, imagining the life inside. Picturing you, probably dancing or laughing. God, how I miss your laugh.

I finally find a good vantage point, a window where the frosted edge has peeled. Testing my luck, I move in closer, finally getting a view of the party inside.

And there you are. Looking as beautiful as ever. Laughing, just as I thought, drinking some wine, and enjoying this holiday party with your friends. It makes my chest ache. How can you be alright at a time like this?

6 months ago, you and I broke up. It wasn’t mutual—at all. You and I wanted different things. Or, more like, you wanted someone else and I wanted you for myself. But that doesn’t mean it was the end for us! It couldn’t be. Just because you got on that train and left me behind doesn’t mean what we had is over.

There’s still so many questions I have that are left unanswered. So many things I still want to share with you. I can’t live with the “what if’s” and the “if only’s”. I need to know.

So, I’ve been…keeping tabs, I’ll say. I know where you now work, what street your new apartment is on, your favorite grocery store, and the park you visit to clear your head after a long day. I’m not stalking you or anything! I just…want to know you. This helps me feel close to you again.

I just wish your eyes would meet mine again, even through this sliver in a window. Just one more time and then you could be mine once more.