My dear. It's so nice to read, feels like I'm a bit more closer to you that way and it feels fantastic. i can't wait until the summer, seeing you dancing while being band aids for some of the greatest bands in the world, playing at roskilde. thinking about you and me listening to interpol in the drama-room. you got someone who thinks of you a lot, always saba. even though my head, it feels like it's fading, like it expands or something like that. appologise for my bad-speaking english but you know about that. wish i could run to your bed and put a goodnight-note on your pillow and escape while believing so damn hard that you didn't see me, visioning your face and smile while reading the note while i'm writing my journal. not a day passes without me, thinking about camp. it's quite confusing, but this life is confuseing so what can i say. i just saw 'the meaning of life' with the genius monty phyton. it's brilliant. this partly became an e-mail, slightly personal, but i'm used to it. try writing you a real mail soon. and we'll all float on Ok. love that song. interpol reminds me of you. i love it. good night saba. i love you. sleep well, think nice things
park that car drop that phone sleep on the floor dream about me
think nice things and get into the arcade fire concert.
It's so nice to read, feels like I'm a bit more closer to you that way and it feels fantastic. i can't wait until the summer, seeing you dancing while being band aids for some of the greatest bands in the world, playing at roskilde. thinking about you and me listening to interpol in the drama-room. you got someone who thinks of you a lot, always saba.
even though my head, it feels like it's fading, like it expands or something like that. appologise for my bad-speaking english but you know about that. wish i could run to your bed and put a goodnight-note on your pillow and escape while believing so damn hard that you didn't see me, visioning your face and smile while reading the note while i'm writing my journal. not a day passes without me, thinking about camp. it's quite confusing, but this life is confuseing so what can i say.
i just saw 'the meaning of life' with the genius monty phyton. it's brilliant.
this partly became an e-mail, slightly personal, but i'm used to it. try writing you a real mail soon.
and we'll all float on Ok. love that song.
interpol reminds me of you. i love it.
good night saba. i love you.
sleep well, think nice things
park that car
drop that phone
sleep on the floor
dream about me
think nice things and get into the arcade fire concert.
Love
Much
Love
Lise
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