I've been meaning to write to you. A long time ago really. All I ever did was talk, but I think you should learn to read now. Like I taught you to read my lips. Now you'll learn how to read, word by word.

This world is confusing. Or so we all think. In reality, all it is, is a giant whirpool. And we are fishes. And some fishes are big, some are small.. some are so used to swimming that they'd die if taken out of the water. And some.. some dream of escaping the water..and flying. A giant whirpool, yet it can get so lonely here. All you see is water, and more water. Are you sure you want to be a part of this world. Aren't you happy where you are now?

I sometimes don't want to bring you here. That'd be selfish. I think, "would she like it here? what if she is sad and wants to go back, how can I take care of her.." I keep asking myself questions. That's why sometimes I don't talk to you like you want me to. I get lost in my own thoughts.

I wish I could visit you in your world, where you now live so peacefully. But I'm afraid I might contaminate your happiness.. because I belong to a different world. I have always known you, felt you in me.. and I have wished for us to be together. Playing in a playground, looking at the sky, making paper boats and letting them float in the sea... there's so much that I wish for us to do. You want that too don't you? But you have to decide. You have to decide if all this is worth it. This isn't such a nice place to live... all who come here become sad.. all who enter are chained.

Maybe it's not such a good idea to visit me. Stay where you are. We'll write to each other.