#mydearboy

Oh, how I admire you,

I find it hard to be anyone else when I look in your eyes.

Even my laugh cannot be disguised.

Through and through,

How can i possibly be enough for you?

But I do not care about my worries,

You still stroked my cheek,

Held my body close,

Even when the night shone bright.

Say hi to my newest boy ~

Tu paciencia, tu cariño, tu resistencia física y emocional, tu esfuerzo, tu amor, tu tiempo todo eso y más gastas día a día, viviendo, creando momentos, estamos hechos de experiencias, de esas pequeñas cosillas que nos hacen felices y, debemos admitir que mientras pasa el tiempo más somos concientes que el caminar por este mundo no es algo fácil, hacemos sacrificios por otros y después de mucho los hacemos por nuestra propia salud y felicidad. Siempre pensé que de eso se trataba, seguir adelante y protegerte a ti mismo de cualquier peligro que se presentara, pero cuando me vi junto a ti me di cuenta que no significa protegerme sino hallar la manera de protegernos. El tiempo, creo yo, es lo más valioso que tiene el ser humano, es algo que no se puede recuperar si lo pierdes, y tú me ofreces tu cariño, tu paciencia, tu comprensión, tu amor y tu tiempo SIEMPRE, con ese gesto tuyo siempre he pensado: ''es increíble lo mucho da por verme bien'', y eso es demasiado! Creo que decirte Gracias sería repetir lo que siempre digo, pero sé que entiendes a lo que me refiero. Prefiero darte las gracias de otras maneras y estoy segura que te darás cuenta cuando te exprese mi agradecimiento.

Angel walked into his apartment after being underground all day, as usual, looking for information to help his only son he had a somewhat connection with. He's been working so hard to help him. He knew this was best for him and he knew Oliver would hate him even more, but he didn't care. He did what was best for his son. He closed the door behind him as he walked around the living room awkwardly, pacing the floor as he contemplated with himself if he should talk to his son after the argument they just had. He decided to, nothing to lose right? He walked to Oliver's door and it creaked open, seeing no one was in there. "Oliver?" Angel said looking around the room and he started to panic, searching all around the apartment for his child, "Oliver!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, becoming angry. The first thought that came to his mind was that he had disobeyed him, again, and went to see Joan. He frantically text Darla, telling her to come to the apartment. Although, he never really said to come home.