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.