Sleep. It is the only activity that I have enjoyed these past few days. Well, sleep and reading the letter I found tucked into my pocket. I did not even realise it was there until I was on the plane, almost home and roused awake from a nap by turbulence. My coat had fallen down from around my shoulders. In the process of adjusting it, I saw
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*shy smile* You love me even when I'm scruffy. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I've been with people in the past... who always wanted me to be "beautiful" for them. It was a lot of pressure and I felt fake after awhile.
I miss you so much, Jussi. My heart aches and burns for you. I'm pouring it all into my music. I started playing the guitar last night and Marius had to come and pull my hands away... my fingers were bleeding and I didn't even realize it.
... so, playing the piano is a little painful now.
I'll be there with you soon. In just a few weeks.
*smiles* Now go practice the piano.
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I adore you when you are "scruffy". You are natural and you, and I cannot think of anything more beautiful. I cannot believe there have been others that want you made up all the time. You are just as amazing, if not more when you are lounging on the couch in your flannel robe, unshaven. I hope I would never make you feel fake, I want you, who you are, not an image I have of you in my head ( ... )
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You make me feel beautiful all the time, love. *grins* Not that I'm going to let myself turn into a total slob, but it means a lot that I can feel comfortable dressing down and looking a little messy sometimes. I really do let myself go when I'm in the studio. But really, what's the point? I spend endless hours hunkered over sound boards or sitting at piano with one other person who doesn't give a shit what I look like, as long as I sound good ( ... )
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