Dear Isak. I’m now sitting at the place where we first met and 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 I hurt you. I’m sorry for not telling you that I’m bipolar. I was scared of losing you. I had forgot that it’s not possible to lose someone, that all people are alone anyways. In another place in the universe we are together for eternity, remember that. I love you. Even.