eric says, love is pure

just like a star that can't be seen
from your city at night

I wish we could be real life friends.

I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

... I am not sure of the exact date of your birth, but I want to wish you a happy birthday Gabi.  I hope you're still writing.

I wish I could talk to you more but I need to go to bed now.  

Everyone needs space sometimes.  I think it would be ok if he just admitted it, unless he's not used to admitting something like that.  I thought I understood your desire to get married but I don't really understand it.  I feel bad.

what is happening?

The morning slowly melted into afternoon, and the sun boiled puddles in the road, sending up a rich, tepid aroma of mud into the air. Everything around them was black, but fuzzy, dew-covered patches of green grew on fallen logs or crept tenderly along the leveled ground. When Charlotte said that her place was not far from here, he felt his heart squeeze. He did not see a cottage or tent for miles; there was nothing but blackened plains for several yards, except near the bases of mountains, which from Charlotte and Reizo’s distance, were nothing more than subdued impressionistic paintings. He couldn’t imagine someone as fragile as Charlotte living around here. Her bare feet plodded around puddles, rocks, and twigs in the road. He would have taken off his own slippers but they would be too large for her feet. Her defenseless hands, so quaintly accentuating the small of her back like a human bow tie, made him even more tense. There had been multiple reports of attacks in the area, including a string of burglaries and violence against innocent peasants transporting goods from Faye to Meiter, the direction in which they were heading. Most of the reports originated from Meiter, many of the attacks happening right outside of the gates. As Charlotte walked ahead of him, he slipped her sketchbook into a fold of his robe just over his heart. She told him to hurry up, which he partly despised but also endeared. He was not sure why even walking with her generated such spite. But maybe… he had been so far removed from company that it was almost a sensory overload to be near a warm body, much more the person he was actually searching for. There was also that radiating warmth about her that never failed to elude him—and it was not even some abstract sense about her personality. It was a literal radiance that made his skin warm. He enjoyed the sensation so much that he accidentally ran up against her. He seized her arm. “I apologize,” he said, the scratchiness in his voice still present. Conversation seemed an alien concept. He could have asked her anything, said anything to let her know that he had missed her, and yet, he was subject to his spite and adoration of her. Once he had her arm, he persistently held onto it for the next two hours, all the way up to the gates of Meiter, cast in gleaming black iron. There were no guards present but there seemed to be a commotion near a carriage stopped just under the arches of the entrance. On closer inspection, it was just a swarm of merchants acquiring shipments that had successfully been transported from Faye. They pulled jewelry and head dresses. A flurry of gentle of pastels filled the air from scarves that they ripped from crates. Children ran through these snake-like whips of scarves and rocked the carriage from side to side. Reizo still had not let go of her arm: “You live here?” He watched the merchants shove each other. “It’s unsafe, Charlotte.” Reizo stopped short of himself. It was the first time he had said her name aloud in months—the effortless way it rolled off his tongue seized him. His grip on her arm tightened as though he might hurt her if he squeezed any harder.

I really liked your post.  Thank you.  The concert is going to start in a couple of hours. If I don't get home in time, I will try to write one up for later

Maybe it's named after the myth of Pandora.  She opened the box and all sorts of things came out.  Pandora Radio station is just a proliferation of listening options connected by preference.  Though... to name a radio station after Pandora's myth has a sort of negative connotation.  Barely any good came of opening the box.