Dear Isak, I’m sitting here at the place where we first met, thinking about you. It’s soon 21:21. I want to tell you a thousand things. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I’m sorry for not telling you I’m bipolar. I was afraid of losing you. I had forgot it’s not possible to lose someone, flag all people are alone anyways. In another universe we are together for eternity, remember that.
I love you. Even. (x)