If The Stars Could Kiss (All of Yours Perfects)

Dear Andromeda,

It felt like too long ago that you left for LA. How has it been? I know you haven't been there very long but I want all the details, even the annoying unpacking that I know you absolutely hate. If you need any help, I'd brave the plane ride to get me there to help you.

I'm sorry about how distant I was the night you came to visit, I really should have been focusing more on you than whatever my thoughts were taking me.

I suppose that I've been rather wrapped up in my work more than normal. I feel like I'm on a breakthrough but... a breakthrough is also pushing me farther away from reality and no matter how much I don't like people... I still want someone by my side when you can't be.

You keep badgering me to make friends and although I've told you that it makes me feel like a little boy about to start school with no confidants, you're right and I know you are. Which is why I think you'll be most happy to hear that I might be making one. It's a slow process since I don't have much practice nor charisma as most do, I can't just talk to people like you can and decide then on we are to be close companions. But I do hope this will lead to exactly that.

You met him, the person I'm hoping to be my confidant. He was the painter I introduced you to when you came to visit me. Not that I had really any right to introduce him since I had barely known him then. And I suppose I still don't know him well now but I do feel as if there is something there.

He started the painting of me a few days ago and although I didn't like McCrane's idea nor the thought of being painted, I am more willing to do so with this man doing it. I don't know if you remember but his name was Jonathon.

He is absolutely spectacular. His paintings are unique and... incredible. So realistic you can almost feel what is what happening in the picture. He paints with such concentration and intensity that it makes me nervous, in a good way. We have had intelligent conversations about a number of things and it's rarely ever a bore with him there. He has my mind in this way that I can't explain.

And I must sound silly rambling on about a man I barely know anything about but even though I can't place it, there is something different about him. Different in a way that draws me in. Or rather, draws me out of the walls I have built myself into.

Maybe he will do me some good.

-with much love, your friend

                   Éris

P.S. it took Jonathon barely a day to finish another astronomer's painting but he hasn't even finished mine and it's been almost two days. What could that mean???