He has the purest heart I've ever known.

And I don't mean that he's naive, or innocent, or anything like that (trust me, he's nowhere near being a saint). But that heart of his, it can forgive the unforgivable, help those who honestly don't really deserve to be helped. He's the kindest person I can think of.

With his past, you'd think he'd be at least a little bit of an ass (and, don't get me wrong, he is an ass, but a kind one- if that makes any sense). You'd think he'd use it as an excuse, turn around and give the world exactly what it once gave him. But no, from the start, he's never once let it get to him. He's worn his heart on his sleeve, held his arms open for those in need, always sharing that generous, giving spirit, even when someone- when I- don't really deserve it.

That's why I have to ensure his happiness, stick by his side and make sure that the cruelty of others never wears down his unrelenting kindness. To never leave his side, as others have done so freely before. To bring out that pure, beautiful heart of his.

And I'm not just saying this to be cliche, but he's living proof that the loneliest people really are the kindest.