Dear Kurt, 

Today was the first time I slept in my bedroom since last year. There's something about that bedroom I can't cope with at night. Maybe the memories of the worst time of my life, in my old school, of how desperate I was by that time. Maybe the memories of the harm I exposed myself to there. Or maybe, just maybe, the memories of how happy I was there before it all started. Anyway, since last summer I've been sleeping on the ground floor's bedroom. 

What I want to tell you with this is that I've found some old letters I wrote to you. Some I couldn't read to the end. It was just too dificult to remember it all. But some I read. And I think it's time to write them here. So that together we can remember those times and how better things are now. Let's just make this little journey to the past.

«Peace, love, empathy.»