Dear to whom it may concern,

Thats how it starts... Iv been thinking about Us (with a capital you) the story of us. How the **** do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the center of it will never be anything less then a big smiling mess, But here's what I know for sure, our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute ******* beauty. The nightmares, the partys, the hangovers, the wedding... This magnificent shimmering insanity in this world of ours. When for months I woke up to you leaving because you cant sleep till 2 pm, I roll outa bed telling you im sorry, I'll do better, then proceed to disappoint you and repeat till you walked out for good.

As writer I'm a hopeful sucker for happy endings, the guy gets the girl she saves him from him self and they live happy ever after.

As man who has loved such girl, I realized there is no such thing, there's no sunset, there's just now, just the two of us which can be ****** scary and ugly sometimes.

But, if you close your eyes like I have and listen to the whisper of your heart, if you simply keep trying and never... ever give up. No matter how many times we get it wrong, maybe till the beginning and end blur into something called, until we meet again.  Thats.. Thats all I got, I didn't know how to finish it, but it's not finished it never will be with me and you.

I wrote you, because every single time I try to speak, something stupid comes out of my mouth, and the words dont mean what I want them to mean, or even half of what I want them to mean.

Its, It's never over for me. Never.