This much was quickly jotted down from staring at a photo until it became blurry. I may have become sure of something for the first time. I kept repeating in my mind, "There is no Heaven without you." And I thought it sounded like art.
Looking at your photograph, tears come to my eyes.
I love you and I promised you that I would be there to bring you back to Heaven where you belong. Cause Heaven will always be where we meet.
It just struck me that there was something familiar about the person intended to allure others or ensnare them, but although it worked well to that end, it was not my concern. I will hold to what the me wanted before or there really is no point to continuing on...
I am always afraid to say more out of a fear of ruining perfection.
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