and I miss you though we never met. I love you guys like whoa. Seriously, you’re there for me when no one else is. Ass early in the morning or in the middle of the night, you’re there. You read my stories, laugh at my silliness, listen to my words, validate my thoughts and feelings, and make me feel like the space I’m filling is worth begin filled and how the hell do you even put all of that into sufficient words. I wish I could. I wish you knew.