Jonathan, my Gold

I hope merry this man, have beautiful and very, very, very smart kids and that we can trust, respect, love and support each other, like a dog and a homeless blind man. I love this man. He's the only one, in fact. But, he think he's not. In my heart, you are. And I'm so afraid, cause he is just too perfect to me - and not only to me, for sure... I don't want to lose him, for God's sake... But I'm just a frightened dog in the rain, waiting for him to come to my station. I don't think he will come at time. I will die, starving for his love.
However, I think I never had him and never will. I hope the angels listen to me weeping for him and bring his love to me at once or send me words to fill the void of a life without him, my beloved. Without him, I'm just me: a ghost, a shadow, a dying star in his blue distant eyes.

Jonathan, my Gold... You are like a God so beautiful you are, in every way (sighing)