“Last night, I spent a few hours writing you a letter, asking you to move to Iceland with me. I don’t have the money yet, but I wanted to write the letter because I couldn’t sleep. The best line: something about how I want to live somewhere simple and beautiful and when I think of things simple and beautiful I think of you. It is not as good as some of the other love letters I’ve written about the world burning and my wanting to give you big-eyed children, but this is okay. My honesty isn’t very eloquent anymore. Truth is, I want to go somewhere where my sadness won’t make me unhappy. I don’t know how to tell you this because I think you’re happier now without me. When I finally was able to sleep, I dreamt you ate the earth, bones and all.”

Found here. Incredible.