Please, be kind to me. This is all I am, nothing is hidden. As I type the very first words, what can I promise, if not that? As someone who has learned to speak through words, I have only this promise to make, and it is no longer possible to not fulfill it. So please, be kind to me. I have so much to offer, and you still know so little. We can never feel our own heat, so we reach out, and try to spread our hands over someone’s thigh. We have repeated that again and again. And we learned to find solace in companionship and misery in loneliness. I am now prepared, however, to enter and remain inside this loneliness. To know it, and to welcome everything and everyone inside of it. And even among a million peers, I promise you, I will never again not be alone.