You inspire me. You make me lift my pen, my brush, my instrument. You make me want to soar high above the world and bring you back a cloud. Even if I could bottle pure, untainted joy it still wouldn’t be a present that could compare to what you’ve given to me. You make me want to run and skip and jump. To just completely enjoy life. You make me forget all the wrong that goes on in the world. You make all the right seem so much brighter. If only I made you feel the way you make me do, then you could truly feel happiness. You could truly see what it is to be in complete and utter bliss.

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