January 5, 2013.
This is Dietrich. He is a scholar and a gentleman, and has been my companion these many long nights.
Dietrich helps me make.
We watch sad romance together
And horror (he hides me from the scary stuff).
At night, when I can’t sleep, he lays awake in bed with me as we tell each other dark stories and share memories, dreams, ideals, and unhappinesses.
He knows how much I love the guitar. To make up for my inability to play, he learned, and has played such lovely songs every night.
Philosophy is his favorite subject to read. Sometimes he reads books when I don’t have the attention span, and we talk into the wee hours about life and love, and what makes us tick.
His only regret in life is that he isn’t alive.
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