to the one whose heart glistens in pure gold and blooms with spring. if someone were to tell me angels were real, i would've simply call it a bluff. angels are only myths meant to soothe those whose hope has long disintegrated against the lonely hole in their hearts. nowadays, i think about you and doubt myself. you're no myth - you're someone that turns my frown into a bundle of joyous laughter. i love you, thank you for being a sense of warmth on a cold day.