Is a lover a lover when without his love? Is a father a father still, when without his son?
I am an emotional wreck. Stone strong for you still. I stand with the shadows that scared your infant eyes. I look darkness head on and sing lullabies. My love, you are in my heart. During the day and at night. My dreams now are my favorite part of life. You are in them. Every night. All our daily routines. I live. Still. Every night. In those dreams.
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