Please read this. I know that you're at the end of your rope. I know that you're watching your back, fearful of what the past may devour you with, and what the future taunts you with.

But please my friend, don't be afraid.

I wish we could meet in real life so that we could talk over our favorite drinks and we could do something random and interesting together. I have come through hell and high waters, through the forests of despair and the bogs of fear. I understand where you're at.

There is not much I can do, except to pray and hope that you'll get encouragement from reading this letter. I don't know your real name, and I doubt that you know mine, but that doesn't matter. You've helped me so much friend. You really have.

So many times, when I wrote my most heartbreaking feelings on paper, typed them up and re-read them with tears in my eyes, you would tell me how beautiful the poetry was and to not give up. So many times you have lifted my spirits and given me hope.

I so desperately want to return the favor to you. I-I don't know what your going through in details, but I understand your position and fear. Please, take my hand, I'll help you, and do all I can to get you through this.

Your friend, Chemmis