I suppose it was too much to hope for someone without any troubles-
But you of all people, knowing what a beacon of outward stability and zen and kindness you are-
It surprises me to know all you face everyday as the sunshine sings you into consciousness.
Oh, but love, you know I'm always there, you just know what I mean, I'm sure.
Being a wide-eyed-optimist, I hoped that your life would be as perfect as mine is in your presence.
But you make good art of it, and you carry on regardless, that's bravery and something to be admired.
I know I mustn't reveal too much, but knowing what you've confided in me, dearest, makes me want to be right there for you.
And you have my heart, if that's any consolation.
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