I live those words.
I breathe those words.
Those words, your words, made me feel I was never alone.
They made me feel that there’s someone out there for me.
Your words were honest with me
and I was honest with your words.
Reading them, knowing how you felt, how you were lonely sometimes, and afraid too, but always standing up, the way you looked at the world, felt its color, smelled its textures, and sounds, I felt your thoughts, hopes, desires and dreams.
I felt I was thinking and feeling and dreaming with you.
I dreamed of what you dreamed of, and wanted what you wanted.
And then I realized,
I just wanted