Ever since you sent me the picture of the thousand cranes you made for C, I swore to do everything in your best interest just like my mother does for me, because you deserve to have someone like that. I want to sing you every lullabye your mother never sang to you, hold once for you every time your mother should've. I want to give you that feeling I got when I thought about watching Winnie the Pooh cartoons with you. I want to put you to sleep with a sweet, soft song and make you feel
completely
healed.

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Edit: 12.04

I had a dream where we were older and you were seeing another guy, and you graduated from college and decided to stay with the guy instead of me. I woke up crying, and it was unusually hard to convince myself that it wasn't real.