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Trying to keep up with you is impossible. You leave me physically and emotionally exhausted. You run like the wind, and your emotions expressed are just as fleeting.

I chase after you once again tonight, following you in silent footsteps. Walking through the park I know you sense me, you can tell that I am there but still you walk and don't turn back.

Some nights like this, I just want to scream out "I know you can see me!" but I know I shouldn't. The silence here is too thick and pleasant to be broken.

You always come out at night, and when I'm not too tired, I follow you wherever you go. I'm not even sure why, just something about you intrigues me. You're always the quiet one, yet you're like our silent protector. It's as if you feel the need to be there, watching us, making sure we don't get hurt.

While I don't know all that much about you, I can tell you're much more mature than the others. Even Ray who is wise, doesn't measure up to your caliber. This kind of maturity usually stems from having a harsh childhood. That, and feeling too many emotions, which I suppose is a bit strange, seeing as you hardly ever express any.

I understand why though. It's not in your nature to be so expressive. Funny, as I walk behind you in this silence, you always leave me to thinking. It's as if, just by your presence, I'm gaining a heightened sense of maturity and understanding. It's as if, by letting me follow you, you're letting me find out all about you on my own.

One day, when I get the chance though, I will ask you more about yourself. There are only so many conclusions I can draw on my own before I hit a wall. I'm pretty sure I won't get more than 10 words out of you at a time, but somehow, those maximum 10 words will explain everything.

If I could ask the others about you, I would. However, every time I do ask about your past, they get a glint of fear in their eyes and tell me it's complicated. I wonder why they don't want to talk about it. Was it something so horrible that they don't wish to speak of it ever again?

I don't know. All this thinking is making me dizzy and confused. You're just like the path we're walking on. A labyrinth, a puzzle, whatever you are, it confuses the hell out of me.

Besides confusion, I feel peace. Yeah, that's a weird combination but walking at night, having time to think clearly, it's like a lot of my thoughts come together and form realizations. The silence we walk in is tranquil and calming. That's something good for I don't know how to put in words how many emotions I feel.

As previously mentioned, I feel confusion and peace. I feel hope that we'll become better friends and I'll get to know you. I feel happiness because in your own way, you're letting me in. I feel betrayed and slightly insulted at the fact that no one wants to tell me about you. I feel angry because I can never ask you, I cannot break the silence surrounding us. But most of all, I feel trust.

You trust me enough to let me follow you at night. In fact, some might even go so far as to say you encourage me to follow. It's almost as if you know my head is full of thoughts, questions, and you want me to be able to figure things out on my own, even though in some way, I suppose you've helped. What you do is kind of like how a parent teaches a child. The parent knows the answer to the child's question, and still, makes it so through thinking; the child will be able to come to the conclusion on its own.

I look up to the moon above us. I know the moon is round and full, yet tonight, you can only see one quarter of it illuminated. That's how I feel you are. There's a whole you, yet you show everyone only one part. The sun gives the light to the moon, so I wonder, are you the same? Can certain people illuminate certain parts of you, making you seem more whole? I think my conclusion is correct and now, I desperately wish I were one of them. I wish I were the sun that could illuminate your moon fully, so that maybe, I could finally see what you are like whole.

I suppose, all in all, I should thank you. Even though it's never a dull or clear day with you around, you've helped me to become a lot more perceptive. Even though it exhausts me in more ways then one to try and follow you, both mentally and physically, it has trained both my mind and body to become quicker, and have a faster processing speed. Thanks to you, I can be more independent, forming conclusions about things and answering questions from a newly acquired wisdom, one I received with help from you.

So, while you do frustrate and complicate me to the point of exhaustion, I thank you for all your help, however strange your methods of teaching may be.