Dear David, Your rumination took the best of you. You couldn't sleep the other night. You were thinking about what happened the same way I was pondering if I would ever hear your delicious voice again. You surprised me, once again. You reached out me with the hope that I was the one ending this elusive messages in the universe. I'm just talking to the moon here, David. I detest our misunderstandings. Just like the first time around, you thought, even for a brief second, that I was playing you. Why would I ever want to play you, David? We are two flames born of the same fire. We spoke again. I was delighted again. I'm dreaming of travelling home and the world with you. You're mainly excited to show me your bed, naturally. That's what I get for being the irrational tease that I am. You always try to make me dislike my town, in your own subtle ways. I know, David.