You are someone with ideas, fantasies, truths. Someone with desires and fears and cravings. You are one of the most beautiful things I have ever met, but also one of the most scariest. But that's why I love you, because you are someone. Someone with ideals, and a will so strong you could topple a mountain if you tried. You would strut in the halls, and only laugh if anyone would try to tell you that you don't belong. Yes, you are loved. And you are loved beyond all measure. By friends, family, and... well... me. I love you to the depths of the world and back, and I make you feel loved because I can. So why did you kill yourself?