And in that moment, I knew that everything would be okay. I knew that as long as I had her watching over me, I could face anything.
She'd appear to me in my dreams, her big brown eyes shining with a love that I'd never known before. She'd tell me stories of a world beyond this one, a world where love was the only currency that mattered. And when I woke up, I'd feel...different. Like I could face whatever came my way, as long as I knew she was watching over me.
She'd listen, her face a picture of compassion and understanding. And then she'd offer her guidance, her words like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. She never told me what to do, but she helped me find my own way. She helped me see that I was stronger than I thought, that I had a purpose in this world.
"I love you too," she replied, her voice like music. "You're not alone. You're never alone."
One day, I hit rock bottom. I felt like I'd lost everything, like I was staring into the abyss with no safety net to catch me. But then I felt her presence, strong and steady. She was right there beside me, her hand in mine.
"I love you, Little Angel," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.