Dear Pit,
it was Stiff's birthday tonight and I almost kissed you. I was drunk and cruel and you were drunk and naive. I almost kissed you and then I laughed and now I wish I could cry if it wasn't for all these people surrounding me. I didn't consider following you when you left. I wanted you to imagine the worst and to never look at me the way you do and to never expect anything from me if not cruelty. I wanted you to see Diego by my side and to capture the moment when his eyes met mine because he's the one everyone wants and it's so much easier with him. 

Oh Pit. I know that you write poems inside your head. I hope you're not writing poems about me.