amyandronicus:

Dear Conor,

I want to tell you what your music means to me, but I don’t know how. So instead, let me tell you a story….

When I was sixteen, I lived in a New Jersey town divided neatly into picket fence squares and dotted at even intervals with quiet houses with shut doors. In the morning, like a…

I wrote a letter to Conor, too. Amy’s is much more beautiful, though.