..and somehow nothing beats the memories we had together, you kept me safe in my head by knowing that I had meet you and that we had felt such memories. All the bad people later in my life lost their real touch when I had memories of someone out there who cared for me like you did. The memories just makes me high just thinking about it, stuff we had when I was so very young. I miss you badly, traumatically, which is not your fault. The whole thing is part of my coping mechanismes I suppose, I was truely happy with you.. Stuff a child has to think about in order to not fall apart.. I am still looking for you, you know. But it has gone so many years now... half my life since... maybe things will change?