If it’s north, don’t be sorry. I’m just afraid. I didn’t because I’m literally afraid. I haven’t even listened to it yet.

Don’t be sorry, or think I feel anything weird. I would really like to think you were there or it was actually you.

Which is also how you know you don’t need to worry about anything with me. First of all I wouldn’t want to push anything the wrong way with someone I consider important but I’m also afraid. Not of you and what you are, who you know, what you could do if you wanted to, I know, but it’s not you or that. I’m just afraid.

It makes me feel good though. I don’t know what it was maybe it was exactly what it looked like, which is fine too, it really is, I care there too, how could I not? But I would like to think that c was put up to it or you were there or it was you. Which is good.