you think it’s not real. that i have no idea what i feel. we walk through life not sure of anything really. only that we have a creator and after we’ve been thoroughly broken we inevitably turn to him. you learn to love your creator and hence yourself because you yourself are one of his great accomplishments. i know my love for you is real because it’s the only love i liken to that which i’ve felt for my creator. i am here to listen to every heartache you’ve ever lived with no expectations in return. really. all i ask.
