Dearest Björk,

I don't know where to begin. There are so many things I want to say to you, so many words I can't find. Words I don't know where to look for when I try to describe the feelings I get when listening to your music. I don't know what to call it, I don't even know why sometimes I cry, but I do know that when I hear your songs, my state of mind changes to something good, something positive, like a complex form of euphoria. Perhaps. I really can't describe it better than that.
My name is Anna. I'm 17 years old and I live in Sweden. When I saw Dancer in the dark for the first time, I cried and cried. I pretend that you are Selma (which, of course, I know you're not), and you make it so easy to love her. I love every thing about that film, even though I cry like I almost never do otherwise. There's so much empathy, humanity and love to gain from the film. It has taught me lots of things about life.

I would love to see you, meet you and even if I might not be able to tell you what I want with words, then maybe you would be able to read it in my eyes. I would ask if I could embrace you for just a second, and maybe I could give a little love in return for all the love you've given me with your music.
I really do admire you like I do to no other. It feels like you were given something when you were born, given from someone we can't see or hear. I sadly don't believe in higher powers, as in God, and I don't believe in ghosts. But when it comes to feelings, which I know never lie to me, I am convinced of one thing.
I don't believe in angels. I believe in something real.
I believe in you.

With all my love and heart,
Anna Olsén