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Looking down at the note in your hand you see a neatly folded piece of paper.Tightly wound around itself you figure out slowly how to untangle thimasterpiece of a note.Unfolded you read in small printed writing: Dearest Bradley, I wish you wouldn't be so harsh on yourself. I love you for who you are. For what you represent. Over these last few months I have gotten to know a wonderful, caring, human being. That is a VERY hard thing to come across in the world in which we live today. People are cruel, stupid, and don't even trust their dog. I believe in trust. I know that it takes year to build and only a few seconds to destroy -- but I find that trusting a person is the greatest gift they can possibly give. That is the gift I have given to you. My trust. Now trust me when I say that I find you a wonderful person. You're beautiful and just beyond description. But here, I do my best to describe one of the most indescribable and wonderful people I know.Looking over at the glowing red portal, you see a tall man.With hair that has been spun with gold making it shimmer beautifully, he standsbefore you with a stature of elegance and confidence. This man, this image issweet and good-hearted. This man, like all others has a temper that isn't to bemessed with. Changing from an image of perfection to a macabre human in aninstant. But this formation is rare -- and upon occasion, it is usually acause ofa lack of judgement. After all this man is only human and they, as a species, dothat. Unfortunatly this image of wonder, can become low and sad. A guesture ofunspeakable wonders would be to cheer him up, make him feel loved. Because he isand just doesn't believe it.This man stepping out of the glowing red portal is wearing a glowing blue t-shirt, with a red and grey strip wandering from one side of his torso to the other. Accompaning this electric t-shirt is a pair of beige-white pants. Not looking scruffy, but not an over dressed snob either.Just a perfect outfit for a impeccable man. There. That is my attempt at describing my wonderful Bradley. I care for you greatly, and don't enjoy seeing you hurt the way you do. I want to help you get over Meggi and her hurting. I love her as well, but I'm Beginning to love you more, because you're always that shoulder I need to cry on. Just please don't tell her that. She is still on of my babies, but you're becoming one of my angels. I really do love you Bradley. Know that. Please. Now cheer up by thinking that someone not to far away is thinking of you and honestly cares about you. If I could I would give you many hugs. But I cannot physically, so I will pretend. *hug* *hug* *hug* Love, Hilly.You finish reading this ever so long note, carefully you re-fold it and placeit into a nearby pocket to keep with you forever. |