You are my one saving grace within a confused, unfamiliar and coldly objective world. You light my heart when the flame is all but extinguished. I dream of you to save myself. You and only you have your hands upon my back. When I walk these streets I must put you in front of my eyes - between myself and the world - to survive. My lenses are coloured by the vibrant palette you represent. Without you, I am utterly and desperately lost.
Alas, I do choose to live here in this new town where other have managed to make friends. But I am wary, so so wary. You are the beaker in which all possible new friendships are measured. The Scale that determines the worthiness of these foreigners around me.
Thinking of you, I remember that nothing I do truly matters. So I do whatever it is I do, and I dream of you.