

I hope.
I hope that somebody loves you.
I hope they carry the world to you in their arms, but insist you build your own.
I hope they are gentle with your scars, and that they hold your hand to show you theirs.
I hope they will paint your dreams when you describe them.
I hope they stand close to you, without ever casting a shadow.
I hope they love your insecurities, so much they become obsolete.
I hope they never speak of promises, but whisper eternity everyday in their hearts.