You were my reason to keep going. Whether it was to keep going to school or keep going with life. The times I turned my legs to face your desk, now I have to sit forward. The attention I used to give you now has to be spent on meaningless math problems. I hope the blood that once came out of you, will instead come out of me. Though we are just friends, I feel our connection deeply transcends that of a typical friendship. It feels like our souls are connected. How awful that your parents had to force you away from your friends. I don't think I'll experience something so beautiful ever again. I'll make sure to cover myself with wounds, that way you're not suffering there alone. How unfortunate our contact is limited- having to wait weeks for three short messages. I remember using every opportunity to give you small touches. Whether it was playing with your bracelets or your hair or touching your hand or your shoulder, it was all excuses to touch you, that was my love language.