The truth is there is nothing that I can say to make how you’re feeling right now any better, and that’s hard for me. I’m used to being able to say something, anything, but with you I cannot; an ocean seperates the US and London. Please remember that through all this love exists, love can be enough, and everything will work out. I have never met someone so alike in creative brainwaves as you and I: Why isn’t love enough? Don’t forget me? Do you miss me too? Love exists? We both have drawn mustaches on our face… We chop our hair off by ourselves in our bathroom when we’re feeling dramatic… Even our music is somewhat similar. I can’t express to you how shocked I was when I stumbled across your… I can’t even remember what I found first, flickr, livejournal, last.fm, but not a day later and I found Bronwyn. It gave me faith and hope that we are all not individual snowflakes, and that somewhere in the world there are people frigthening alike each other and that ultimately, we are never alone.

I am sorry I am so far away otherwise we could be better friends and you’d literally have my shoulder and arm to lean on. Keep strong. I believe in you.