And please lord, if there is a God, I need this. I need you. The man I chose to love, chosen despite all flaws and weaknesses. The man I chose to love, he needs the eyes to see himself the way I do. How giving and generous and loving he can be. I accept all flaws save for this: his inability to see who he really is. And might it be my fault for not being able to convey how much his worth is, give me the clarity to explain, and him an open mind to understand. He is worth more than he realizes, if even only to me.
A thousand shooting stars, and all those wishes for you.
