I can understand you a little better now, I think… why you do it, when the loneliness and the shadows creep up on you and the world is too much with you… why you seek to numb yourself and why you've dug your hole so deep. So very deep, love, and I wish you understood that it's okay to lay it to rest and come out, back into light and life and love again…
All these things I wish I could say to you. But you've withdrawn, from me and from the world, and though I cry out you do not answer. There's so much to learn, love, and so much more to understand, and we are young still with fire in our hands and darkness clouding our sight. I call you love still, even in this hour – so late it's grown while I looked at you with tears in my eyes; the moon is dark, silent the stars, and my heart unshielded aches for you. Evening's fallen on us, and while you turn away I see so little light… When will you not turn from me in sorrow? When will you learn to love yourself instead of drowning in self-hatred and remorse for things you cannot change? I will wait, love, till that day dawns and you come up into the light, for by your virtue those who love you shine.