Rah got you through a rough time.

They were there for you in ways you didn't really comprehend until much later, and even though you'd never seen their face, you felt that you would be able to pick them out of a crowd. Not that either of you would voluntarily go into a crowd, that is. Maybe a concert, where you'd see each other by chance, and be so surprised that your brains wouldn't properly function (later, you'd continue talking in the comment sections, and wonder how on earth the words came so easily now).

Rah was the voice that kept you grounded in your dreams and motivated you to keep pushing. They were the reason for so many smiles that your cheeks would hurt, but you kept coming back to their messages, for the rush of happiness, for the feeling of someone understanding you.

And you were hoping, with every word you typed, that you may be doing the same thing for them. That they read every letter and smiled, that they came back for your outbursts of creativity and anger at some fictional character. That they knew they could always text, even after all this time.