We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me and I with them. Reading your words what you wrote how you were lonely sometimes and afraid but always brave the way you saw the world its colors and textures and sounds I felt--I felt the way you thought hoped felt dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.