I miss you. Or at least I think I do. Why did you have to leave? Why do they not allow any contact with you? Why don't they allow my photos to be sent to you? Am I the problem? I know I'm not the problem, but I blamed myself for years. You're the one that cut contact. What did you do to be hated by those who once loved you? Or did the cruel world change you, molding you from a wonderful charming person into another mindless soldier of society? I wish I knew. I look out into the night sky and think of you. Of what you used to mean to me. It's been years, but I can't forget. You were my idol. My heart. My soul. I loved you, in the truest sense. Even if I never find romantic love, the bond we shared meant more than that. But then again, I was a kid. Does it mean anything at all? To anyone who is reading this, sorry for being a bit vague, but this needs to be sent into the void.