...which I'm not...
...this is probably what it would say:
It's been a while since we last spoke. You're probably wondering why I'm writing to you after so long - that's understandable - I'm not so sure of the reason myself.
Well, it may be because lately, Ive been thinking about you more than usual. I'm not sure why. You've even featured in some of my dreams. It is strange that when you appear in my dreams, we're still a couple.
Strange but not surprising I guess, considering the half life-time we spent together. You were my most precious and treasured alliance. My only true alliance. Ever.
Others have come and gone, but none have quite matched up to you - not by a long way.
For a start, I trusted you, implicitly - something I haven't been able to do with anyone else since. Also, I was strongly attracted to you; an attraction that never diminished over the years.
Do you remember that weekend when you arrived unexpectedly? Three days of absolute bliss, and only we know why.
Oh, by the way, the other night as I walked to the Old Town, I saw an attractive, tall, blonde woman pushing a pram and I though it was you. I stood frozen to the spot while my heart raced like a drum roll. Moments later, when I realised it wasn't you, I felt deeply disappointed.
But getting back to the reason why I'm writing; it is because I hear you are coming over soon, and I was wondering if we could meet up for a coffee and a chat. Or even a stroll to Praia Formosa.
I'd love to see you.
I know it may not be possible - desirable - appropriate - or even all three - but I need to ask you, anyway. You know me, and how I always speak my mind.
Maybe you're still angry at me. I hope not.
I also realise you've moved on, really moved on, and if, as expected, you don't reply, I will totally understand.