To hear your voice talking to me, I cannot think of anything better. I have been aching for it, like an answered prayer. I would have waited to see you without all the ugly stuff attached and not cried for so many years. My crying reflex is quite hair trigger now.
I have been so worried about your safety. You under the control of such cruel people never gave me peace.
The last time I saw you, I ran to the end of escalator, so I could watch you go down and see your face one last time, before someone yelled at me to come back. My heart lept over the railing. I nearly followed.  What an ugly, heartbreaking time.