Dear Anton, I'm lying awake at 12:30 am, and I'm thinking about you again... Is it nice up there? Are you happier? I really hope so... I just wish you could come home... Just once... Someday I'll meet you, but I don't know when that'll be... I don't think I want to know No matter what that fucking company says, it wasn't your fault... It never was, it never will be. I love you, and I know I'll see you someday... Stay lurking, Lucy







