Today we stared at each other from across the mess hall.
I saw you smile a little bit. And it was nice to see.
They won’t let us eat together now because we “talk too much”, but I don’t think we’ve talked enough.
You treat me like a normal person and laugh at my jokes. Everyone else treats me like I’m inhuman.
I know they treat you the same.
I think I like you, Lucelia.
They’re discharging me soon. I wish I was staying longer so we could talk more,
but I know that eventually we’ll see each other again when we’re both out.

Remember what I told you, by the way:
It’s okay to dwell on things and to come back to them, just don’t let it consume you.
You should come back later. You might remember the things you keep forgetting.