“Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the ways you saw the world, its colours and textures and sounds, I felt - I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamed. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted -and then I realised that I truly just wanted you. The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.”