now i’m sitting in the place we met for the first time and thinking about you. soon, it’ll 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 that i’m bipolar. i was scared of losing you. i’d forgotten, that it’s not possible to lose someone, because everyone’s alone anyway. in another place in the universe, we’re together, for all of eternity.