I do not think I could be more curious about you - about your story; about everything that you’ve been through. I respect your privacy, but I cannot help but feel inquisitive as to what you’ve been through. I have this intense desire to unravel the mystery behind who you are and why you are that way. There has been more bitterness than sweetness in your life, but you have reflected the opposite towards others. You are filled with pure niceness even if your life came off as afflictive, and you have taught me so much. I know it is strange, but you are a curious species and I am intrigued by people like you, especially if I have this much concern for the person, which is yourself.
I cannot even begin to fathom the emotions you must be feeling or the emotions you have felt. I know sadness fills you like a floating pollutant, and I wish to help you, even if that just means believing that you can recover. You have been through so much and your stories scare me. However, I am terrified to think of who you would’ve been if those things hadn’t happened to you. I know that I cannot begin to understand your complexity even if, I too, have been through the same things. I know that the emotional scars and trauma was much worse for you and, although I wish I could take it all back, I know that would mean changing you and I wouldn’t change a thing about you. Not because you’re perfect, you really aren’t, in all honesty, but because you are one of the kindest, sweetest people on this planet. I know you have heard many bitter comments about yourself, but, I promise, they are not true. You are lovely. You are wonderful. You are gorgeous. You are precious. You are strong, and I truly believe you will get through this.