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Allright. Sleeping a full night, then taking a nap from 10 to 3 the same day you're on nightshift is never a good idea. But opening your eyes to find a letter and an Ismo record from K-Girl makes everything better instantly. And getting some of her favorite (?) quotes/lines translated from that language they call finnish into english, well that's just special. Except it's just not the same listening to Ismo Alanko without you, love. And I miss the wine evenings. And I miss those sandwhiches you used to toast in the oven, with oil and garlic and whatever else it was that looked like hell but tasted like heaven. And I miss how you were the only one in whose presence I could bounce around the living room and dance crazy little dances. And I miss your joy at finding things to 'recycle' and the way you'd always laugh at my silly jokes and finish off with an "aaahahaha....Okay."

And I swear, my eyes watered at listening to Kriisistä Kriisiin and falling helplessly in love with it and running back to find that that was probably the song you're in love with too, because it was the only full song you translated, dear heart. And I swear my eyes watered because I knew there was a reason for this being the only one. And even though I have no idea what the rest of the songs mean, I know that this one was meant for me. And more importantly, for you. If shivers ran down your spine because you found yourself in my blog, then they ran up mine because I found myself in your song. And in You. And it your funny little ladybird hat.

And I don't want to write anything else, because everything pales in comparison to the music flooding through my room, my veins, my fingertips, through me, from you. And nothing I could say could say thank you as I would like to. Everything seems shamefully redundant.