You shameless lover, I never thanked you properly. To be seen with you is to be basked in warmth. You angel—that halo over your head radiates all the light in the world. How could I love anyone but you?

This may sound a bit desperate, but don’t ever close your heart on me. I’m cradled so safely inside it—no one else could ever hold me like you do.

I know I’m begging, but don’t ever lock me out. How desolate my soul would become if you did…how the weight of the sky would drop onto my shoulders, how I wouldn’t have the heart to force myself up again. We all feel a bit trapped sometimes, but you’ve been protecting me for months now, letting me breathe, giving me reason to. The air is so pure and warm beneath you that I don’t think I could ever face the cold again. My guardian, my sun, I could never thank you properly. You keep my world from creeping to an end.