I feel like we hit it off everytime. You know how we have ideals and preferences and opinions about certain things that we never really tell anybody because it’s not that big of a deal, or maybe we consider them our secrets somehow. But you. You open this box up like you’re reading my mind and it’s amazing and crazy that you are putting my thoughts into words I had to question myself if you are real. I never really imagined meeting somehing who is as easy to talk to as that little voice in my head. You are an artist but most of all, you are art itself.