When I look back at pictures of you I can’t help but be shocked at what a baby you are. The fact that we were ever together is both mysterious and disturbing. I can’t even remember what it was like to hold hands with you, let alone to share a bed with you. We used to know everything about each other, and you are still the only person I have shared many things with. I miss your house, I miss your family, and I miss feeling loved and cherished. We both needed each other so badly for that year, and I know for a fact that we would not be where we are now without each other. Sometimes I wish I could get inside your head and hear what you thought about me, what you had thought about us, know your thoughts and feelings again, I know your mind would scare me.