Daisy

Dear Bruno

I found your love letters yesterday. They were at the bottom of an old box packed up when I finished university. The letters were tied in a pink ribbon with a compliation tape from 1998 filled with heart felt love songs and a 21st birthday card with a bear on it.

I read them all. At first it made me feel so happy that I had been capable once of such a great love. I laughed at the names we called each other and how desperate we were that the Christmas holidays had torn us apart.

I remembered one day when you called me in Liverpool at my parents house late at night and I told you that I loved you and missed you - then three hours later you were throwing stones at my window having stolen your mothers car and driven from London to see me.

It's been a long time since somebody surprised me like that.

I played your tape yesterday, and remembered how you taught me to play all of our favourite songs on the guitar (Lolita) I had bought down Denmark Street because I wanted to play like you did. I never got close.

Of course I don't love you any more - you know that and so do I, but years make the pages misty and I forget why we didn't work and what happened. As Oasis blasted out - for a moment Lolita and I thought we could remember how it felt to be loved.

And I wondered what you would say to me if I told you this? I fairly sure it would be 'princess, you've too much time on your hands'.

And you'd be right again.

All my love in '98

Daisy x x

8.10.03 15:43