We live and breathe words

We live and breathe words. ....

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone....

They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds,

I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you.

I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.