if i want the best for you, i want you happy.
and if you're happy, truly happy, so am i.
my chest is so tight i can't breathe but i know you're sleeping sound and tomorrow you're bound to wake up with that warm smile and a spring in your step.
that's all that matters now.
it's her turn. she can sew every cut i made.
she can kiss every tear away.
she can bottle up every ounce of love from you and never let it go.
and maybe, just maybe, she'll love you as truly and genuinely as i do.
because that's what you deserve.
pleasant dreams, love. for i know you haunt mine always.
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