Hello Alan! Not Dan hentschel

Internet stranger telling you that YOU MATTER, and I CARE ABOUT YOU SPECIFICALLY, and I LIKE YOUR ART, and if you ever doubt yourself again just know that there is this one person rooting for you!

Nah, I'd win.

"You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you're having yours, it seems there's not a thing I can do for you. You're all locked up in that little world of yours and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside."

"It's hard not being able to see you, but my life would be a lot worse if it weren't for you. It's because I think of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day. I know I have to give it my best here just as you are going there."

"I stared back at her, but her eyes told me nothing. Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I ordered into their depths, there was nothing I could see. Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was light-years away from me."

— More than once I tried stretching my hand out in that darkness. My fingers touched nothing. The faint glow remained, just beyond their grasp."

"Long after the firefly had disappeared, the trail of its light remained inside me, its pale, faint glow hovering on and on in the thick darkness behind my eyelids like a lost soul. —