Dear Isak. Now I’m sitting where we met one another for the first time, and I’m thinking about you. It’s soon 21:21. I want to say a thousand things to you. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for not telling you I’m bipolar.I was afraid of losing you. Had forgotten that it’s impossible to lose anybody, that all people are alone anyway. In another place in the universe, we’re together forever. Remember that. Love you. Even.