Simply because I love. Simply because people love. But people don’t tell. They’re afraid to tell. Deep to the core, most people are introverts. And just as the person I love might not ever know, there is another person out there (somebody you might not even be aware of) that thinks of you. That might not say it out loud, but hopes you’re happy. There is someone out there who watches you in silence; not in a creepy way... In a hearts’ manner. Someone thinks of you. Someone writes harmonies and sketches masterpieces thinking of you. Because you, darling, are a masterpiece. And somewhere in this tiny world; in this tiny life, there is one person that already knew that before you even found out.

And when you’re sleeping there’s a soul that visits you into the darkness. It tucks you in, kisses your forehead and hugs your soul. Because we’re all humans waiting to be loved.