When you woke the next morning, well it was more like dawn, you noticed how it was still pretty dark outside. You weren't sure when exactly you'd fallen asleep but it was a very restful sleep, something you had not expereinced for a while. You took a look at your reflection in the mirror as you walked to the bathroom. You were still in his oversized jacket and your body now covered with his scent. You wrapped the jacket around you and took a deep breath, there it was, the familar faint scent of fresh laundry, his scent covering every trace of you. 

Since you had some time before you had to be at the studio, you decided you would work on that letter. The letter you wanted to give to JB with the composition book he had picked out a couple weeks ago. You didn't feel the same sense of tense and anxiety as you did the last time you thought of words to write to him. Something in the way you knew he would appreciate it, as long as it came from you..made it less stressfull..less forced. 

Although your words still felt lacking, you knew they were going to be sincere. And what made it even better was that now you woudn't have to cowardly ask Jackson to pass it on to JB, you would do it yourself now. Afterall, you both were on better terms now that you had felt each other's warmth again...

As you slowly put words together, you managed to hand write a short paragraph, still very lacking but hopefully enough to deliver your feelings to him.  

"Hey..JB..I honestly don't know where to start....but when I first met you, I felt something I can't describe. It was a new feeling, mixed with anxiety, nervousness and tenseness, all at once. But I am not talking about when we met at the musuem. I am talking about the first time I heard your voice on the track, that was the first time I met you. That time, you didn't have a face or even a name. All I had was your voice, a raspy, soft and sweet voice that filled my ears for two days straight. A voice that stood out amongs