Every time we talked, you asked me when I\’m coming to your home. I thought I didn\’t deserve the happiness I get when I\’m with you.
Fuck that. I\’m on the way. I\’m coming to see my joy.
Your smile will make everything else melt away, and I\’m ready to stop being sad for myself.
I want to be happy for us.
You and I. We are special together.
I could be thinking too highly of it, but I feel it and I\’m sure you do too. May be you are too little to understand that emotion. But your eyes speak to me. When we talk, either you grow up or I age down because we connect. We speak on the same level.
You are my source for life. It\’s too much pressure to put on you, but shh you don\’t know it yet.
I\’m proud of you everyday. You hold so much happiness.
How can something this pure be real.
You are real.
You are what makes me want to be real.
Thank you, love. I\’m on my way to see you.
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