Talking with you was so familiar. I had not the slightest clue how to translate my emotions, thoughts, into words. That’s what writing was for. I never knew how to openly communicate, but with you it came so easy. Like a book that had been read to me a thousand times before bed, and all of the hiding spots I was most fond of as a child. You were comfort for me. After quite some time though, I grew tired of being comfortable.