I know I have some explaining to do. Things haven’t been going well between you and I these past few days. You know we started off great. I’d say it was the passion that threw us off. Although now I’ve come to realize the passion was always there. And it wasn’t you. Really, it wasn’t you at all. It wasn’t your fault three assholes came in and trampled on our happiness. I was just blinded. I was fed up. I couldn’t see straight. But you’ve gotta know something. I love you. I love you, Berlin. I truly see that now. And it doesn’t matter if I’ve gotta grab an umbrella and a trench coat in the middle of an August night to make a mad dash for the Geldautomat, it doesn’t matter that there seems to be an implicit rule here that forbids all who enter to smile, it doesn’t even matter that none of my friends live here. You’re awesome, Berlin and I’m making amends for trash-talking you to everyone, all on on account of one retard polak, a handful of idiots and an clueless keeskop. You see, Berlin, I was never mad at you. It was just that I was already in a bad mood because of all of these aforementioned morons. And now that I am free and lancin’, I can finally start appreciating you for the real you. I can show you my love for you again. I can’t promise you we’ll be on easy street from now on – no no, it’ll surely have its ups and down- but we’ll definitely have more ups and downs. I know I’ve been away a lot lately, but I think it helped. I think I put you right into perspective and I managed to see you clearly for what you are, with all your imperfections and your little habits. I think we just needed some space. But we’ll talk later cause I gotta run again, I gotta go. I’ll see you in a week…