A lonely flower stood in a field, it had lost its will to survive. Not even the birds or the sun and the sky, could keep the flowers sole from dying. Until one day, on a cloud way up high, the tiny rain drop was passing by. The rain drop knew just what the flower had missed, so the rain drop came down and gave the flower a kiss. That one little kiss was all it took, for the flower to be saved.
You see, I am the flower and you are the rain drop. And communicating and forming a friendship with you, is equivalent to the very air I need to live, simply because communication with you is a key component for a man in my situation to keep hope alive, and continued feeling alive.