I dreamt of you last night, but it was mainly about seeing you with your daughter and you making christmas decorations with her. There was a cupboard in my grandmothers room. where you had left your journals and I was secretly reading them and I stole a piece of cake from your tin. Your wife was there and my sister had befriended her.

I always bring you cake whenever i come back to london, so maybe that's me trying to get something from you. It must get tiring to constantly hear me tell you that i'm jealous of your young daughter and i feel ashamed.

Two years on and i'm still crying over something i never had.