Letters I wrote you

Twenty-six

Sorry I didn't write last week, I meant to but, I really did,

I just forgot, I'm sorry.

I was going to write before making dinner, but then Tim can around and took Nora and me to the best pizza parlour ever. You should have seen the pizza, it was huge, one was enough for the three of us, and it's tasted was just as good as it's smell divine. I've never eaten a pepperoni pizza that good, how come I've never noticed that place?

Tim has been there quite a few times, well, at least enough for the owners to know him personally.

And after, well we all sat in the couch and watched a film he brought, I can't quite remember the title because I just couldn't seem to concentrate, our hands where side by side, so close that I could just feel the warms radiating form his skin. Did he even notice our hands where that close?

And I just can't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose ... sorry, I didn't mean ...

I shouldn't write this, I shouldn't feel this...

I... 

I...

nothing

I'm sorry,

-Jane