Dear Seth,

Tonight, or rather this morning, I am more drunk than the previous night. Right now I'm sitting here listening to The Lumineers and you are on my mind. Finite hours until this dream comes to an end, and I'm here grasping for every second, hoping for just the one fleeting moment to see you again. Stupid as this seems but breathing as fast as I can, hoping that at least one of them you have breathed too. I'm walking until my legs can no longer stand, thinking that you have walked once alone my path.

My thoughts of the early morning are this: I hope that one day I'll have enough guts to link this to www.letterstocrushes.com again or that someone will find my blog by reading through the thousands of posts and stumble across it. And to those that do. I love him so much. Be blessed that he had enough nerve to create this site. His story is just as sweet as ours.

Well Seth I think that I need to try and sleep if I can in a little while. I hope that you have the sweetest of dreams and wake in the morning and smile.

p.s. I love you