I am so sorry you had to go through all of it alone.
It breaks my heart.
You must have been terrified. I know you were. You still are.
It was unjust and cruel. That is all I can say, and there was and still is, no sound reason for their actions.
They do not understand. And when humanity cannot fathom a certain concept, they grow to despise it. It seems to question their intelligence when really it concerns their morality overall.
What makes me so incredibly angry is their utter stupidity leads to insanity. Albert Einstein said that the very definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. They have seen what hatred does to this world. We all have and yet, we continue this rampant stampede of destruction. Because despite our best efforts, we constantly have to fight this urge to loathe our human counterparts for no other reason than the colour of their skin, their gods, their gender, who they love. Not only can we not change these aspects of our beings, but it boggles my mind how love can cause hate. Surely the fact that you are not blowing up fellow humans over a piece of land or stealing or murdering should count for something. Instead, we praise these people for fighting, when our love is what gets us killed.
I wonder if it is at all possible to understand them. These people. But then again, they believe they are right, and we, the millennials, the feminists, the activists, we are wrong. Are we? Is it so wrong to want a world where we can live in peace, loving freely? I don’t know anymore. It doesn’t make sense to me.
One thing that I can say for certain is that you did not deserve what they did. No one does, but especially not you.
You are too good for this world, John.
You are a truly pure soul if I ever did see one. You care for everyone else first, and it endlessly inspires me to be a better person. It hurts every part of my mind, body and soul to even attempt to fathom the cruelty you suffered.
Although this letter has mostly been a combination of my frustration, anger and sadness, I would like to end it off with this: you are loved. Incredibly so. I hope that I can one day prove to you just how much.
Never cease that fire which burns so brightly from that warm heart of yours. One day, it might melt the cold of the world, and perhaps you will bring peace among beings where no one else has succeeded.
Forever and always.