To someone I know will never read it

(Listening to "This Is Not A Love Song - Public Image Limited")
"Reading your letters I found, lost in the back of my mind, feelings (or memories of them, or the desire to re-feel them) and fotos (this one I know noone will understand but you) that I'd like to have nowadays.
We were both "child", both in depression, both tired of everyone else, both speaking about suicide, passion, love, touch... both in love. We used to talk about everything, do you remember? And what about that night when you got me at school and we went to the gas station right in front of it. We talked about what? Six, maybe seven hours straight? I can see it now. It was the first time we talked about... it all. The thing is that I was with somebody else. With some girl that I'd love to have given up on her to try and be with you.
In your letters, even beeing bored, upset, depressed, you always showed, or tried to, a bubbbling, shinning, happy, glittering mood. I said "tried to" because I knew you, I knew that behind al that happiness was someone sad, someone tired of people, someone that was my pal, my closest friend, my... self.And what about that "Hug Ticket"? I'm still looking for a kiss one. Five years later. Please, call me? Luv ya."