I feel as though I am losing the huge chunk of me that became so apparent to me the first time I had spoken to you. I know that person cares about me, but attention is what we all seek for. I am scare those things will go wrong or if he will be able to express his thoughts clearly to me. I never wanted him to feel scare to open up because I was being too harsh or irrational. I miss him being there for me through the times that I knew him the most. I loved every bit of laughter that we would grow to talk about. His ideas about how to help me to grow into the person that I wanted to become. That is what I have loved about him.  Now, I have ever wanted to do was to become happy with everything that I have. But, that happiness would grow into more of deep depression feeling than a happy one. The reality part of my life turns into so much errors and all I wanted was to live in those dreams