I knew what you meant. I could hear every unuttered thought in the silence of your stare. You were not free - are not free. But I am free. So up I grow, nurtured with memories. I was not perfect, neither were you. You were afraid, I was not. I think that, someday, you will be glad that you knew me. I am already glad that I knew you. You taught me to see myself. I taught myself to love what I see.