. . . I don't understand. Not doubt, not disbelief, I just don't understand. How, through perfect eyes, do you not see broken? I know you feel my pain, I can't help but share it with you. . . but you stay, hold me closer. What do I have to offer? When you have seen the stars in the skies at their finest, sunrises and sets in their creation. I'm not a star. I'm not a rose. I'm not even a reflection of the sun or a crystal drop of rain. . . Yet you cling to me. Protection. Unquestionable love. . . . Don't you ever question. . . What can I give. . . Why? My heart and soul, they are as faded and broken as the rest of me, but they are yours if you want. I'd give you every thing dear angel, but it isn't much. I hurt, My angel. My heart and soul do too, are you so sure you want that. . .
Please never leave me. I beg with all my selfishness. I cannot stand with out you.
. . . aingeal coimhdeachta, Tá mo chroí istigh ionat . . .
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