I fucking love you man. I wish we lived closer so i could drive 2 hours to see you at midnight when the dark gets too close for comfort. I made you christmas gifts but failed miserably in sending them, they are still on my coffee table. Im going to pack them in with your birthday stuff and post it all so early that it will be impossible for me to miss it. Im late for work now but i was thinking of you so much. Be well x
I often walk into my back yard and expect to see you there. I hope you are doing well, more than well, sky rocketing through well into fantastic. I love you too.