Reading his words, seeing what has happened, scares me. He has always been a very giving person, and for the person he thought the world of, he drained himself dry. It is probably something I will never experience, since I'm not as giving as he is, by nature. But it scares me all the same. And I realise that my words and gestures of encouragement and comfort are but drops in the ocean, that do nothing to fill the gaping void within him. But I will not despair in you, so I hope that you will not despair in yourself, and will work hard towards the day when you'll be as fine as, erm, you can be. The scar will always be there, but the wound will not be crippling forever.
And I really should get on with my assignment. Sheesh.
