Sunday, August 26, 2012

Four Hundred and Forty-Seven

Dear Callumz,

Things are hard. It can be tricky, and I know I don't make a lot of difference to the situation, but I want you to know I'm here, and that I love you.

You may feel like no one cares or that no one wants you, but I do. I care about you and I want to protect you from anything that goes wrong. I want to be your guardian angel; your safety net; a pillow under your head.

I want to take you away from everything that hurts you. I want you to lie your head on my chest and just let me stroke your forehead, not talking, until you fall asleep and nothing can hurt you anymore. You're perfect, Callum, and I need you to see that none of this is your fault. You haven't done anything wrong.

Just let me take care of you. I just want to make everything alright.

Love always,
Kaiteh.

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