You are not, and you never will be. I wish that I could just show you exactly how much you've impacted the way that I look at the world. You've lulled me into a hypnotic fantasy that regardless of the cards that life may hand us, we can still remain pure, innocent and worthy of every possible ounce of happiness. And that's what I hope you soon realize, that you deserve every single happy moment that you will get in the future. And although sometimes I wish that I could be the source of that, I am glad that it is coming from somewhere. No matter how much you truly feel that you are undeserving, no matter how many times that you look badly out upon a harsh world, please remember, there are people out there, people just like me, who stare back at you with such wonder and love and compassion. People like me who took one look at you and softened, molded and transformed. It's people like you who change people like me, and you don't even know the half of it.
Love always,
Cassandra.
Cassandra.
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