I remember when we went on that youth trip to El Paso. 

That was the first time we probably actually talked. 

I remember trying to carry you up two flights of stairs because you couldn't stand. 

I remember my birthday party. 

We all ran around in the dark playing fugitive. 

I remember giving you two Star Wars books for Christmas. 

I got a book on how to speak droid back. 

I remember you asking me which DC heroine I would be. 

I didn't know then but I think I want to be Overwatch or Supergirl. 

I remember our late night chats and our daily chats throughout the day. 

I remember how speechless I was when I read your email about me being your personal hero. 

I remember you admitting that you liked my paintings. 

I hope that hasn't changed. 

I remember being encouraged by you when I felt alone. 

But one thing I never got the chance to admit. 

You were my personal hero.