I miss opening my mailbox and finding letters filled with drawings (always with a pencil to make sure it doesn't get folded) or your newest poetry. I miss opening my e-mail in the morning to discover that you had sent me the music you had spent the night working on. It could be some beautiful piano pieces or some electronica/house things, a genre I used to hate, but you made me listen to it so much that I like some (some!) of it now. I miss you pulling me up when I was down, sending me messages throughout the day when you felt I needed it. I wish I could of kept you afloat, like you did me.
It's stupid, but I hate that you decided to leave us before being able to listen to Daft Punk's "Random Access Memories" album, you would of loved it. Now i am loving it for the both of us. I was never able to introduce you to the first electronic artist I discovered on my own, you were gone before she appeared, her name is Emilie Nicolas, you once said I was a perfect mixture of melancholy and sass, her music is kind of like that.
Music is still the way I remember you by, the way you flutter in to my memory when I hear a certain beat,a certain lyric. It's like you are telling me that you are still here, making sure I follow my dreams. It's been five years Daniel, but on days like today, I miss you like it was yesterday ♥️ P.s: you would of had a field day with the 2018 version of Kanye West, he's like the american Aune Sand now, can you imagine him on Skavlan?