Writing everything down just before my hell week starts.

For being confusing as fck, thank you very much. No one really needs that now. But we’re good, of course. We’re happy. But then I look at it and then ask myself, “happy, really?”. Even for the briefest moments, yes. Even if there are times that I feel like it’s just a one big joke, I’m glad we happened. Despite the fact that I get sad when I think about how temporary this is.


I hope you’re doing fine now. I hope you’re happy, contented. And to tell you honestly, I miss your company.


And to you, for being there always, thank you. I owe you.