I love you, perhaps more than you ever know and realize. Or maybe you do, and just quietly accepts it.

 

I hope that you are always well and good and fantastic, even I know that the time we have is limited.

 

 

But I love you. Like I don’t give a real shit about some people but you are my strength. And sometimes even my motivation. And I’ll always think of you and have you at the back of my mind.

 

Some things are inevitable and I hope I will be strong enough to hold on when those times come.