The goal.

Hey, babe.

Gonna be honest, running on fumes tonight.

Not with you. Never with you.
Just… life, I guess. The weight of it.
The days that just seem to bleed right from one to the next…

But even when I'm tired like this… maybe even especially when I'm tired like this…

You?

You're a beacon, a light in the darkness, warmth in the cold.
Motivation. Inspiration. A goal to work toward.

The goal.

You don't have to do anything, except just… be.
Be yourself. Be around.
Be in my life, god, please, always. For the rest of it.

Just be you, and I will love you for it.
Love you for everything you are.

Holding you in my heart, always, forever.

And one day… maybe… when I'm feeling this way…

You can hold me in your arms.

And I know… I just know…

Everything'll be alright.

Love you, sweet girl. Miss you.

Yours.