I saw Jamie first. But it didn't matter. Because he looked at her first.

It’s just incredible how your heart begins to beat faster just by looking at the person you once loved.

And here he is again standing on mine threshold. Only this time there is no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation - just us. My old friend, able to console at any moment.

But to properly tell Jamie's and my story, we need to go back to the beginning. To how we first met, bumping into each other while jogging.

This is my love letter to you, Jamie. I hope one day you read it...