Aidan:
Her shape in the darkness is a treasure to my eyes, she sleeps peacefully exuding a warm glow over the entirety of the house. How can I cherish one person so much? Her skin recoils from even the slightest of my advances, the heat of my finger tips is too much for her supple silky skin. If only I could see her most beautiful feature, those eyes that glow at stars in the night sky. What I wouldn’t give to see them magnified once again. She cares so much for her friends, those she has known for far longer than myself. Would it be so selfish of me to hope that she cared for me in the same way? I can sense that angelic nature in her, and while I am plagued with the desire to treat her with hostility that essence in her heart calls out to the deepest parts of my humanity.
My little dove
