THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT [A.L]

LETTER 33

Dear Arthur,

I cannot believe what happened last weekend. I cannot believe I drove a Formula 3 car. 

Thank you so much Arthur because none of this could have been possible without you (without Enzo as well, but I think it was mostly your doing). 

Everything just felt so right. The car, the track, the race, it felt like everything was back to normal, back to what it is supposed to be. For a split second, it was like nothing changed. I was a Formula 3 driver. I was back where I belong. 

To be honest with you I wasn't expecting anything from this weekend so when I qualified P8 I was already going crazy. The points on Saturday were already the cherry on top of the cake. But the Sunday... oh god the Sunday... Sharing a podium with you Arthur was everything I could have ever dreamed of. I'm still not sure this weekend is even real. 

But the old reflexes came back and my first reaction was to look for Jules in the crowd. It pained me when I realized I would never see him and that he will never be able to see what I'm doing. 

Anyways, good luck with the Italian Grand Prix in Monza. I'll be cheering for you from home.

Loulou