Dear K,

I was in the village today and I debated whether or not to 'visit'. I decided I wanted to, but what happened next surprised me. I parked in the spot where I used to park, on the road outside, and something drew me to get out. At this point I had no idea or not whether you were in, but oddly it didn't seem to worry me. I walked right to the spot in your hedge where you used to wave at me from, and I saw that your car wasn't there, but it was the feeling that surprised me. I felt normal. I was in the village delivering catalogues, and visiting my customers, which is sometimes a difficult thing for me to do. I have, in the past, just thrown them through the letterbox and run, to avoid contact, but today I didn't. Today I knocked and chatted. And visiting your house felt just like that. Just normal. And it gave me hope that one day in the future, maybe, it could be like that between us. Just normal. I know that doesn't mean much, because 'what is normal?' but I know... And I know you'll know too. I'm glad you weren't in this time, because it allowed me the time and space to see a little glimpse of how it might feel, so thank you, for being out!! But maybe one day you'll be in, and so will I.