time flies. two months ago—maybe even two weeks—i never would have thought i’d be here. we texted for hours, your friends know who i am, you told me about your dreams and aspirations—you offered to make music together.
i think one of the things i love about you most is your passion. you have plans, you care. you have clear sight on the impact you want to make.
at two am, at two pm, it’s always you. i care about you so deeply—my heart is so, so open for you. i know you’ll never feel the same, but just having the chance to know what goes on in your vast and lovely mind is enough for me. it’s always, always you.