A friend told me I should write you a letter; something about speaking to you like another human being making you seem more tangible. More real?
I confess, I don't really know what to say. Will the words I pen make a difference? Will you become something more than an innate fear of the known? Who knows. But, this is me trying. This is me making you disappear by taking you head on. Nothing worth doing is easy, right?
This is me. This is you. This is us.