You, good sir, are beautiful. Your mind is of another world, your words of those of the heavens. Your imagination, a gift of the gods. Your beauty is carved by the hands of the Angels and the light you radiate into my dark and lonely world is perfection in prisms. Bouncing of the walls of my depression, anxiety and loneliness and creating an art form of beauty. Thank you for being so wonderful and perfect.
Words like these continue to make me strong.