I had a dream. You were there. For the first time in almost 20 years, I saw your face again. I’ve missed you, my dear friend. I’ve missed our adventures. Our conversations. I miss the time we spent together when I had nobody else to run to. What happened to you? You stopped talking to me one day, and you seemed to disappear from my life entirely. I’ve seen signs that you’re still somewhere, alive and well – I’ve had a feeling we’d find each other again. I just didn’t expect it to happen this way. You were scared….
What were you scared of? Who, or what, were you hiding from? I tried to comfort you, but you wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. I might never know. It’s been a long time since we last spoke, and I don’t know if you’ll come to me again. I hope to see you. I hope to ask you what you fear. I hope all is well until then. For now, I can only dream of the day I dream with you once more.
I̶̲̗̠̞̓̔͑̾́͌̒͊̅̚ť̸̡̝͎̜̖̠̦̭̓̈̊ ̵̧̲̿́́̌̅̏̈͌̕ͅs̷̢̛͔̱͎̯̫͔͖͈̖͙͍̓̂͌̄̉̎̎̾̔͒̌̓̓͌ẻ̸̼̞͚̙͇͇̪̠̲̗̖͉̏͛̀̌͑̊͂͠͝ͅè̴̛̠̮͈̀͂͂̓̄̆̈́̈̄̀̉m̸̖̰̞͍̝͎̣͗̊̂̆̉̋͋̉́ͅs̵̬̹͚̙̤̝͕̋͋̿̾̈̍̔́̂͊̀͂̚͝ ̶̣̰͖̯͛̒̽͝y̸̢̢̧̨̪̱̟̲͎̳̝̘̒͛̆́̂ő̸͙̙̠̗̤̻̫͇̻̅͑ů̷̢͍̤̹̘͕͖̂̋͆̽̔̈́̾͊̏̈́̓̔̚ ̶̨̛͔̦͇̥̱̖̀́̇̈́̔͒̊͑ẃ̶̨͚̱͍͎̞̦̗̝̻͙̪͚̳̌͊̀̄̃̄̃͊͗̓͘͘͘͜͠è̴͚͕̕r̵̛̰̯̆̿̄̾e̸̱̻̿̈́̊̉̿̔̂̈́̀̓̿̎̕͠ ̴̟̊̇͋̀̄̊̀̊̋̌̊o̸̩͈̎͊̿̽͛́͊̕ñ̷̞̀̇̈́̓̄̈́̀̌̈́̿͘l̶̡̨̝̘̹̟̮̥̾̂y̴̮̖̓́̎̈͆̂̓͑̆̊͛ ̴̡̪͖̩̖̫͈̻̖̲̼̣̜̦̽̈́̒̉͠͠á̷̻͇̱̞̮͙̟̭̭̏͋̅̉̐́̑̑͂̀ͅ ̵̪̙̤̲̲̾̾̌͘f̴̨̧͎̘̤̻̝͉̥̟̯̉̾̃̈́͊̒̓̄̔̾̑͗̾͘͠ͅë̸̛̗̯͚͔̖̖̭́̏̑̄͂̍̊́̓̕v̴͈͉̝̟̱͙͆̄̀͊̾̾̓̑̆͑̏͝ẽ̵̱̗̤̦̥̜̮̺̎́͜r̴̡̳͖̖̦͍̬̰̣̪̫͑͛̅̎͑̒̔̑͝ ̴̧̹͖̙̈̿͒̕͜͝d̵͍̥̞̬͛̾r̷͓̘̻̼͖͈̙̘͖͙̲͇̪̎̆̀̂͒̇͑̀͛̐͆͐͘̚͜͜͝ȩ̶̢̢̮̝̯͕͎̼̱̳̮̱͓̇̈́̉̅̾̅̌̚͜á̵͈̼͉̹̘̹͚̪͚̃̋́̂̌̃̔́͠m̸̥̺͙͈̪̥̈́̌͋͌̀̇͌̈́̄͠.̶̛̼͚̼̻͈́́̌͊̏̊̉̅̏͐̒̌͠