I’m scared I’m never going to find someone who looks at me the same way you did. Someone who admires the ground I walk on and compliments me in ways that compliments my soul rather than my body or my face. You were one of a kind in that way. You touched me in ways that no one physically could and our minds aligned in ways that seemed other worldly. Your wit challenged me. Your humor had me enamored. I am terrified that you were it, that that was the closest and the most in sync I will ever be with anyone. How is it that I can walk around scared of this while you go about your life? A few weeks before you left, you told me that I saved your life. You told me I pulled you out from a dark place and that I was the light for you at times. How is it that you can say all that and I can believe it and then you can just move on? How is it that in a place with all of our friends it is always me that is the one who seems out of place? How is it that you are so coy about all of the tension that dances in the air around us? How are you? Because I am scared.