I am very sorry that we didn’t have a chance to meet, my dear Michael. You were definitely my man. I can see myself in you. You are my reflection. I wonder how much we look alike in many things we do or we think. My darling, it just hurts me to conceive that it’s too late even to hope for our meeting. Why have I found you so late? How could I leave my dream to meet you one day that I had when I was a child, forget about you and missed all your life until that horrible June in 2009? And now my mind is full of thoughts of you: every minute, every second. Strange, I have never felt somebody closer to me than you, in spite of we are tremendously far from each other now and we were before in fact. Please, whatever happens, don’t go off my hand. I need you and love you very much so, my dear Michael, my baby. And I know you are always for me. You are inside me, deep in my heart, in my soul and that place is only yours. Nobody can replace you. You are my absolutely special secret life I am living along with my other life but both of them I live in different levels. You are my greatest inspiration, my thrilling discovery and my strongest pain.