Still Here, Cupcake.

I see these hearts to be made of glass.

If you lack care, something will break.

Sometimes we forget how fragile the idea of adore can be, as we treat it to be a normal part of our daily lives.

I beg to differ.

To adore is to appreciate all that is of it.

And for me, this it is you, and no less than you.

I've come to adore your bare existence, and the laugh that you bring with the words you speak of.

These might not seem as much at the time,

But as I dream of you, I hear every word you speak of as clear as a sunny day,

And that laugh echoes through my heartbeats.

I wish you would understand how the feeling of lonely should no longer be here.

For I will stay, as long as you want me too.