Monday, 5 December 2011

A shout out to my Blair





Hi Blair, I know I have been lousy when it comes to skype-sessions and updates about life but as you probably know I still have that soft spot for you and the need to tell you everything that happens in my mind. I just read the little book you gave me when I turned 19, the book of our love and how we met and what you hoped for our future. I read "Skype-calls at least once a week" and tears welled up in my eyes, and at that exact moment I figured out how much I miss you, it was like someone stabbed my heart actually and turned the knife around. 

Do you remember when we danced in the clubs of Stureplan, when I wanted to be a Blair-bitch and somehow crush the guy that was such a dick to you? I remember everything, every little bit of it all. It's like when I close my eyes I see everything clearly, I see us and I see how much fun we had. Remember New Years Eve on the floor in the bathroom? We talked for hours that night. We were so close, you were somewhere at that place where my heart is, and you still are. This is my declaration of love to you, if you haven't figured that out yet.

You are brilliant, your smile is radiant, you have the kindest of hearts and you are never afraid to speak your mind. You know when to put down your foot and you know when to grab my hand and say "Let's go talk" because you know that something is not right. You are terrific. Never forget that.

I miss your laughter, your wise words when my head&heart turns inside out and nothing works, I miss holding your hand and finding our way around the dance floor and dancing until our feet hurts because of our high heels, I miss pretty much everything and I can't believe that I've been able to turn off my feelings as I have been doing since I got here because I have been so afraid of missing people but hey, here I am at 01:02 in the middle of the night and it hurts, Blair, it hurts like hell because I miss you and I miss us. I pray to God that you want to move to Aberdeen next year and I know that you will get in. I love you and I want to spend as much time as possible with you when I come home again.

Love,
Serena

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