I don't think I'll ever get a chance to tell you how special you are to me, even though we've never met. Every second that passes I want to tell you how much you mean to me; how much you deserve to be happy and worry free. I love when you smile, but I don't like when you disgrace yourself. The way you do things to keep others pleased, the way you smile underneath the pain. It makes you want to crumble like old parries, but you bare it and tell others you're fine. How is that so?

~J