Saturday, October 15, 2016

p.s you know why i wrote this

dear haidar,
i can remember so many nights alone thinking about where in the world you were and who in the world you loved. i would think about every person who was lucky enough to encounter you and what words you had shared and what things you had seen. i never imagined, laying here, thinking about how you spent your day that soon i would be there for so many of them. i never imagined that one day i would be in the world you were and be who in the world you loved. thank you for everything. hope we'll get along.

good luck for the final, buddy!
ica.

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