In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.

Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there either. You're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.

You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.

One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.

There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.