reads* Thank you, I...I know you feel like this, but for some strange reason it is still beautiful to see it, to hear it.

It took so long to write because I am all welled up...even now as we speak

Yes, me too now, and you are right, I feel the same way, multiplied endlessly by knowing that you are happy and at home, not in bravest dreams did I think that it would come to happen.

Mine neither, I... you, you took my fuzzy away the other day, I wanted to do the same.

You know, at the core of things, my fuzzy was the same as yours.

yes, of course

An unfounded feeling of the sword still lingering in the air, the strike in the moment when I finally let go.

It's not there

I know

I know

It's the final demon, it will shrink and wither, and I will give up my foolish quest to destroy it. Thank you. It means so much to see you empathetic, and to see that they haven't managed to turn you into their selfish reflections. I think the fact that it is that side of you I love that makes it all the more surreal to witness it in front of my eyes.