There are some things that, when you’re a nice sort of fellow, you just don’t say. I’m here now, so I had better get this out. It’s not that I’m trying to upset you, I just want you to have the full story. The whole truth.
When the second war came, all your aunts, who lost their fiancés in the war, told you to forget me. But I was surrounded by soldiers, who didn't say anything. I never had a reason to stop loving you. You wrote to me, every day. About your aunts and the sky and the emptiness of town.
I’m sorry I didn’t write. You know I got captured. But I suppose I could have told you. I didn't know how. Didn't know if anything I did would reach you.
Prison camp ages you a thousand times over. You learn you can live with nothing. Well, I say nothing, but I dreamt so much of coming home that ideas of you felt as true as anything. I don’t regret it, it’s what got me through the years.
Afterwards, I tried to find you. I needed to.
I saw you last week. You remember, near that old library we used to go to? That was me, in the brown coat. You were with your new man. He was wearing oxford shoes, and he’s so proud of you, I can tell. There was a split-second, you turned your cheek, and I could see your face again. You were looking at him.
I understand, I really do. When someone comes and sweeps you off your feet, and you haven’t loved anything but a memory your aunts have told you to forget. When you think you've not been loved, for years, of course, you agree to fall in love again. I'm glad you're in love again. I hope you fall in love with him every day. The way the stars fall. I’ll make a wish for you every time they do.
If ever it doesn’t work out, know you always were loved. I could never stop. You see darling, though I'll wish you well from far away, I’d give anything to be him right now. I can’t help it. Ever since I saw you two, I’ve been looking for some oxford shoes.