This space is in me that only you know. This place that I am isn’t it. With each little truth that we share, with each sorrow, this place becomes far less to bare. Thank you for being the one that would get me, when every one else did their best. Thank you, dearest sweet, for knowing the pain, that it takes to admit to you all of my history. Thank you, my daughter for being the light that in a waveless ocean of sound beams into my centers, drowning my soul with joy.