Dear X,
Nothing would make me happier than to hold you close and stroke your hair and tell you it will be alright until your pain goes away. But, I don't really know if the pain ever really goes away or if we just get used to it. And I don't know that it will really be alright or just suck a little less. Not to mention that I can't reach that far.
All I know is that you are magnificent and awesome, beautiful in face, form, intellect, and soul. And that if life were fair, your joys would outweigh your pain because of all the souls I've run across kicking my tin can down graveled roads, yours deserves happiness the most.
Thinking of you in my heart, my head, and my soul.


Nothing would make me happier than to hold you close and stroke your hair and tell you it will be alright until your pain goes away. But, I don't really know if the pain ever really goes away or if we just get used to it. And I don't know that it will really be alright or just suck a little less. Not to mention that I can't reach that far.
All I know is that you are magnificent and awesome, beautiful in face, form, intellect, and soul. And that if life were fair, your joys would outweigh your pain because of all the souls I've run across kicking my tin can down graveled roads, yours deserves happiness the most.
Thinking of you in my heart, my head, and my soul.
