Dear Pedro,
Everyday for the last 14 years, you always make me feel how happy you are to see me come home.
You never cared how much money I make or what job I do or where I live or where we go or how much weight I gained, for as long as you were with me, you were happy.
I went through the worst fashion style but you always saw what actually was beneath the make up and the clothes.
I was your universe. I was all you had and you were truly happy with it.
I can never say that about anyone else.
It’s hard to let you go but I know you’re tired. I will never be ready but it’s okay now. You can go.
I promise I’ll be right beside you. It will hurt but I won’t leave you ‘til your dying breath.
Brien
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