Dear Isak. Now I’m sitting in the place we met for the first time and thinking about you. Soon it’s going to be 21.21. I want to say a thousand things to you. Sorry for scaring you. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not telling you I’m bipolar. I was scared of losing you. I’d forgotten it’s not possible to lose someone, everyone’s alone anyway. Another place in the universe we’re together for all eternity, remember that. Love you. Even.