Baby, believe me, you could never, not even for a second, be too far down the road of broken fantasis and stand-still heartbeats for me to stop loving you.
And the reactions you give me...just the response in your eyes is enough to prove that you carry no sign of emotional emptiness, but hold something much deeper, harbor something greater, more powerful, and overall beautiful.
It's love, Baby. Honest, true right down to the way you tie your shoes love.
And it's pure.
You're special, Baby.
Even when you're pissed off at the world and just can't fathom any longer the idea of purity in a human heart, you hold onto it.
It drives you, Baby. And my God, you know what they say about nothing that's gold ever being able to stay. Once again, the world you were born into has challenged you to prove it wrong, and you do, Baby.
You do it every day.
Just by living. Just by thinking compassionately. You are the angel of hope for the rest of world: a blessing-to everyone, but mostly...a blessing to me.
So stay gold, Baby and shimmer as intensley as the as the angel wings gentley outlined around your back.
I can see them, Baby. I know they're there.
So just be, Baby. And please...
never stop loving me.
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