My dearest friend,
I'm so glad we have finally met. My thoughts have always been chained up like prisoners, but the second I met you, the locks were broken. My ideas found a pair; it's like they were separated at birth. It's like we were once separated. It's like we were meant to be. I was so frightened of reality, but you have shown me a whole new aspect of life. Colour has been splashed onto my canvas, where there was once none. You mixed my paints to create a rainbow sky, instead of a dark and dull one. You, my dearest friend, have given me a whole new meaning which I could never thank you enough for. I pray we meet again soon. I hope this is only the start of our painting. You have so much more to teach me.
Thinking of you, Dan.
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thinking of you, | A Phanfic
FanfictionCollection of short letters and notes Dan writes to Phil, one for each event that occurs in his life. Starting with the day he met Phil.
