I woke up in the middle of the night. Wanting to write you a letter. 

A long, long, long letter. 

For all the things in the past. 
As if to explain. 

To apologise. 

To flesh out. 
But of course I didn’t. 

I didn’t know if it was because I wanted to be closer to you. 

To connect with you in some way. 

Or if it was really simply to apologise. 
And then today I heard. 

You’d gone on and done yourself an upgrade. 

A woman at your side. 
The letter never left my mind, never made it to paper, never made it to you.