She cannot bare to tell me so instead she has me feel the pain she hides inside. I send her my heart when she asks me to. I cry her tears so she can survive every darkness she faces. She likes to feel that we are free but she calls to me – tugs and pulls at me from afar – when she needs me. And that’s all she ever asks. Strength if she has none. And in return? Nothing but the knowledge that she knows, I know, we know – we can never be apart.