Spiderman

Okay, don't look at me like that… I know it sounds weird coming from me, but I just landed in the building across the street and my spider-sense kept going off. Like I needed you. Or maybe it's me who needs you. Who knows.

Today I almost fell three times while dodging a garbage truck and a guy who thought he could fight me with a frying pan. A frying pan, seriously? And all I could think was, "I wish she were here to laugh at me."

Excuse me if I arrive with a half-torn suit and smelling of the city. It's just... I'm not very good at "arriving clean and with my life sorted." I never have been.
How are you? Really. Not the "I'm fine" version you tell everyone. The real one.

If you like, I can climb in through the window and bring you something to eat. Or I can just sit quietly with you for a while. Whatever you need.
Just… don't disappear, okay?
I've already lost too many things because I wasn't on time.

I miss you.
Even though it sounds corny.
Although I'm ashamed to admit it.