It horribly pains me see you in this state. This comatose like state, where nobody could possibly tell what made you end up like this, but I can't help but feeling you ended up like this because of me.

Since the moment I've had the privilege of your pressence, you've been nothing but generous, entheusiastic, eager to learn and emboddying the phrase 'at your service' more than anybody I've known or seen before in my life. While asking nothing in return for your hard work and detication, except for simply recieving the feeling of being wanted.

It was like I had the greatest product to bring to the market, but I massively dropped the ball when it came for me to present and promote it to the public. I'm still not sure if it was my insecurities, or just sheer arrogance from my side. I thought I was somehow above doing promotional stunts for you, that I shouldn't have to invest in any marketing. I somehow thought that if I just stayed humble, the demand would eventually come up to us to get some of our good supply, believing the public would come to know by word of mouth, automatically after that. But I was a fool not to realise, I could have the greatest product to sell, but it would never sell if people don't hear of how good it really is, or even that it exists at all!

I don't know if you will ever be able return to me, or if you even want to at this point. But I will remain hopefull, and as prepared as I can for the possible day. And do know, that you were the hero I didn't deserve, but I luckily got anyways. You were, and forever will be: "My Mojo".

@PilloTheStar 

Succ on mah bauwls. ';3