I don't know, I'm quite partial to the idea of vampires roaming amongst us. Think I saw a show once where there was this absolutely stunning creature, cunning as you like and variant as the day is long. Can't quite remember... Katherine or something, and as luck would have it, she had a human counterpart. Think ya might have liked it, though it's about fifteen years old at this point. My fear with Freya is pretty much settled as of now. She's done well with every environment we've placed her in, so I'm fairly confident she'll do well back in Wicklow. If she doesn't, we'll deal with that when it happens, I'll sleep on the damn floor and mess up my back for her if I have to. She'll be alright, she has you. Though I have a sneaking suspicion my mam is going to want to dog sit far too often to actually be considered normal. How can we refuse? Since we have no wains of her own, Freya and Maverick as basically her grand babies. It'll be nice seeing her in a different environment, embracing the love of different people. I think she's come to notice that the world isn't the cold, dark place she once knew it to be. People aren't all bad and it's been so heartwarming to see her liven up more and more as time goes by. I think a huge part of that has to do with you, my love. You've been so patient with her. You'd make even the most skittish creature feel at complete ease. Ah, darlin', you've always been fond of me having longer hair so it comes as no shock to me you've been enjoying this length. I have no plans to chop it off, unlike someone I know who randomly decided to take scissors to her hair once upon a time without my knowledge. Quite the shock to the system, but you're a Goddess in any light. A haircut or two could never change that. Only you would find humour in my on stage struggles of having too much hair. I'm glad it amuses you, my love. Who knew we'd bond over long locks? We truly might have too much time on our hands, but I love it. Like I said, you're Freya's favourite. Animals pick up on things, she's quickly gotten to know you and loves you more than anything. As glad as I am that you enjoyed your time in New York, having ya back by my side has filled me with much relief. I know we're in a good place but knowing LA was around the corner and you weren't by there installed this irrational, impending doom within me. It isn't logical, but I can't help it. Ah, don't be daft. It's the bare minimum. People love animals, but I think a lot forget about sheltered pets. They deserve a happy home with a stable environment. If anything, I feel lucky that I'm in a position that allows me to bring attention to it. Ya know I love you, darlin', but that's not praise worthy. Thanks for thinking so much of me anyway. Knowing you see me in such a light is all I need.
One day, if like to think we'll both be in a space where goodbyes don't resort in such painful flashbacks to the time that felt like a finality. Just like you, I don't find it easy saying bye to you either, but it's necessary. We can't be those kind of people that cling to each other at all times. I fear that would only be worse in the long run, we'll become irrationally co-dependant and any time spent apart will be laced with doubt. Whenever ya do have to go 'bout with your life and can't be by my side, you can leave with the knowledge that I love you, that I have and always will love you. Your name will be on my dying breath and your face will always linger in my mind. Things won't be like before. We're better now, stronger and I've learnt what it's like to live a life without you. That won't happen again. By no means can I see into the future, but I know mine doesn't exist without you in it. So don't worry, love, you've got me for the long haul. The reunions are sweet, and true. I come to life the moment I see your face again. Remember when ya used to complain about the damn tour bus, now suddenly you've found yourself loving every second you're there? Funny, isn't it? The way out emotional ties to people impact of relationship with other things. I promise after tour ends, I'll have an extended break. We can sleep in an actual bed and have the home comforts you deserve. Can't lie like, keeping a secret from ya wasn't an easy task but I knew it'd be worth it in the end... and I was right, of course.
Being secluded in our own little bubble is one thing, but being able to get back to daily life is entirely different, in the best possible way. It means we'll be back on track, that the people we love can be involved and that alone makes me endlessly happy. Oh no, are ya going to be stealing my clothes all over again? Well, I suppose it's only right since I'll be dragging your arse to Ireland during the colder months... though, now that I say it, even the warm months aren't particularly 'warm' per say. Anyway, now I'm rambling. You're welcome to anything of mine, ya know that. Besides, I've always loved seeing ya in my clothes. You never fail to look so content while you're wearing them. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my heart skip a beat or two. While we're in LA, why don't we pack some of ya stuff so you're prepared for when you go back? You're more than welcome to my stuff, but I doubt you'll enjoy wearing my jeans around. Much to large for ya and no amout of belts will make that look like a fashion statement. Ireland is your home, Nina. That never stopped being true. The friends you made, the lives you impacted didn't just stop existing when you left. You manage to captivate everyone, but none more so than me. What can I say? Maverick and I have a history. She's like my first born baby. I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little teary idea. I know she's yours, but I've missed that dog more than I thought was possible. I wish we could bring her along for the rest of tour. Do ya think that maybe I should look into getting a different bus for the two of us and the dogs? Would Maverick like travelling? I wouldn't want to stress the old girl out.
