See…? How can I feel I deserve that? You know I think of you. I hope you do. In case you don’t and just need to be reminded: you are beautiful and generous, giving even when you’re hurting, and you know just the right things to say all the time.

So, yeah, it’s still shocks the hell out of me when someone, like yourself, who I think so highly of, stops to show some kindness to me, but I accept it, Cyborg, gladly. I’m publishing something soon (I hope) that might make some sense of that or explain it a bit.

I remember running around here sticking my big fat foot in my mouth and you could have been mean, you had every right to be, but you weren’t. You were kind and direct. You thumped my shell and I came out.

And I stayed out.