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I don’t know if words can fully capture how much you mean to me, but I need to say this: you’ve been more than a friend. You’re my anchor, my constant, and the person I trust with every part of myself.
You carry so much for everyone around you—our burdens, our hopes—without even realizing it. That’s why, as absurd as it sounds, I’d want you to carry my baby if the universe allowed it. Not because of biology, but because if anyone could nurture something precious, it would be you. You already carry my heart, effortlessly and without question.
You’re the one I lean on when the world feels heavy, the one who makes me laugh until I forget why I was sad. Whatever we are, or could be, my life is better with you in it, and I’ll carry your heart just as you carry mine.
Yours always,
Logan