I wrote those poems for you.
I don’t know if you’re catching on or just being your sweet self when you always say you miss me, but I’m glad either way. I didn’t expect to become your mentor so soon. I’m still in shock over everything that’s happened. I want to rush in and make it all okay, but that isn’t possible or wise. It’s like I’ve put up a glass wall. All I can do is whisper encouragement at the top of my lungs.
I know you can make it through this. You’ve been raised well, learned some valuable lessons already. I’m honored to be helping you learn more.
I don’t know if you’ll ever think of me as more than a friend. I hope I don’t intimidate you too much. I’ve tried not to be too serious, but it’s difficult. You bring out my protective, nurturing side. I can see you growing into a strong, fierce, gentle, loving, lovely young woman and it’s my goal to help you become that person. Because that’s more important than any of my feelings.
You bring the best out of me, and I hope I’m doing the same for you.
With all the hope I can muster and a great deal of love,
your friend Ray