They say that you don't know what you have until it's gone, but I found life was beautiful knowing you. When I lost you, it was a mixture of emptiness, grief, depression, hopelessness, despair and attacks of sadness, worry and fear.  I had no idea of the terrors until they were yelled at me and taunted to me. Cruelty is the blood that runs through those people.
You are the brave one who spoke up and gave me hope, but worry that they might harm you.  The convergence of emotions beat me low.  All I ever think is how much I love and care about you, but how you are too lovely to ever want to be anyone to me. I would do anything for you.