Whenever I'm overwhelmed I get the same advice.
"Think of something that makes you comfortable, makes you smile, makes the world seem entirely right."
Happy thoughts.
I envision his certain smile, the laughs he hands me with gentle hands, and his ambitions in this world, and this makes me comfortable, me smile, and the world seem entirely right.
Truthfully, I will never rely completely on one, because if they are absent, my happiness is naught, but I'm perfectly content with my favorite happy thoughts.

You're away for a little while,
But I'll wait for you.
I imagine what you're doing and I see your smile,
And that's what gets me through.
You can be miles from me but yet I feel as if I could look out my window and watch you, and that always helps.
I imagine you next to me when I'm happy, holding me when I'm not. I was upset before and wanted to tell you why but after a while I forgot, and everything beautiful about you is in my head when you're not in my sight, but when you are, it'll be bright, and I'll be praying for a safe flight.

You took the most important firsts from me with filthy hands and no intention to give them back, and this was a mistake.
I was too anxious to lose things that I lost, and so while you were a thief, you took from a victim that did not even know you were disguised. I simply thought you were borrowing them.
Since you've been free and unpunished, I have been searching for some type of recompense, but all I've found is sadness. That is until I was awarded the perfect second chance. Though I was so much more alert and afraid, this chance showed me that not all boys are thieves.

Your arms around me are rich, oxblood velvet gloves that match a couture gown, and my lips against your hand are petals.
My own head is so paranoid, and I'm sorry that I make these beautiful things into metal and industrial machines meant for pain. I want nothing more than to love you and from all these bad things, refrain.
Your laugh is a string quartet, your walk is a waltz. I've fallen in love with you, and it's all your fault.
Your eyes are painted with divine murals that reflect myself in a more beautiful way than I've ever seen my own face. It is this luxury, this ballroom that I call your love for me, that constantly leaves me amazed.

If I did not love you, I would not be thinking so highly of you in your absence.
I am away, but my thoughts watch you and my mouth curves and my heart stirs.
I picture you with rich curls in your hair and expression and I wonder, "What did I do to get so lucky?"
The answer is that I fell in love with you.

I know for a fact that I will never understand the struggles that you go through, but I will understand this before I understand why those like me, try to.
You are discriminated against, held to different and more harsh standards, and people see that as some sort of advantage? I don't know how you feel, but I know they are wrong.
I can watch them, and I can question and protest them, but I will never understand.
I'm sure you don't either.

I vow to love you until I vow to do so.