I fell into your darkness because I could not find my light. I guess, I was your forbidden - you were my right. I wished so much to catch you and help you to be free but what a painstaking irony, what – after all – is freedom? without a family… I projected onto you what I had thought to be me but what turned out to be expectations from society. We fell in love as people but soon became advocates for our own beliefs and the aftermath of cultural perception. Your rituals of love were demeaning and my ideas of liberty were imprisoning. I wished we could both have learned to see each other but the war you lived became your own and I became the conflict. For without these white Americans your loved ones wouldn’t have lost. For without my persuasion you would not be a sinner to your own heart. Diplomacy fails the overwhelming waves of emotions that were tied to your trauma of death and my fear of life. I thought your restrictions would make me feel safe but they ended up forcing both of us into loneliness. We only sleep with our eyes open and when I wake up you are gone.