Rough evening. Not sure I want to talk about it. Michael consoled me over the phone after I had a panic attack. I hope that dreams of you, my dearest, can console me tonight.
What will carry me through when I wake up, though? If only something can give me the hope and peace I need to get through those couple of hours after waking up.
I love your brown sweater. I just miss you being in it.
Off to read until my eyes get too sleepy...
Ich liebe Sie.
.bmp)
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