Dear World,
Touching you felt good; holding you in my arms was a gift.
Hearing you whisper “I love you” into my ear was a dream come true.
Loving you is no surprise anymore — it’s a fact, my reality, my life.
I don’t need to justify myself. It is what it is, and anyone who tries to tell me otherwise is simply wasting my time.
I love you, and I always will.
Thank you for the short time we spent together. It felt like home — and it felt real.