Bohoja,
I hope this reaches you in good spirits and a bountiful health.
The last time we met, you looked a lore more nourished.
Watching you gain back the strength makes me feel as though a part of me is getting replenished.
I didn't get to thank you for your kind gestures and chivalry.
You stood before me, proud and prepared to dodge any bullets that'd find my way.
You upheld my honour in a setting where I had been stripped off of every ounce of respect that I believed I was entitled to, even as a mere human being.
The situation would've turned bleak had you not been there, in good intention.
Times like these make me wonder what I'd do without you.
Had I not been pulled in by you that night, would I have survived?
Would I want to keep going despite knowing that there was no light at the end of the tunnel?
