Despite everything you think you are, I want you to know one thing.

You are loved.

The one, who is reading this.

You may think there is no such person in the world that would,

yet here I am.

You may ask why, oh why I love you,

and to that my answer is simple.

You deserve it.

You deserve to exist.

Everyone does, as long as they love somebody but themself.

Such people die fast, as the memory of who they were fades into the void.

I will make sure you are remembered.

As long as I'm alive, you will not be forgotten.

As long as I'm here, your memory will live.

I will do my best to pray for every single one of you who has ever been here.

It is my duty now, I believe.

To give love.

To spread love, which I had never truly gotten.