Hey you, yes you. I miss you. I love the way you talk to me. I love the visits, even though so many of them are in my head. I wonder about your personal life. What do you like? I don't have a clue. I want to know you, for you. Every mistake, flaw, just everything. I know there are some secrets that are stuck being secrets because of the Law. I disagree with them. Why can't we be personal friends? Boundaries? Why? Why can't I call you if I need some immediate help, and I don't want to hurt everyone and go away? Why can't I just text you to see what you are up to? Why can't I be invited into your home? This is something I just can't understand anymore. I love you and I need you. I know you don't just do it for the money, you do it because you know you can help. I love that about you. How much you help me when you visit. That smile puts a smile on my face, even on my most unbearable days.