I

want to know who you were

when you were a little girl

so I can more fully know the magic that became you.

And I want to spend more time joking and laughing with you,

and sitting together quietly in the living room

in absolute contentment as it rains outside at night.

And even, when the situation merits, to cry with you

so I can wipe your delicate tears away with my thumb

and look at you through my own tear-filled eyes

and tell you that it'll be alright.

Because it will.

 

I promise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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