If your body could talk, what would it say?

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Settle down, little one.

Settle down into the dusk. Settle down into the ether. Settle down into love.

Can you see that I have always loved you?

Can you feel how much?

Some say I’m a fool to love you the way I do, but I disagree.

I love you because I see your greatness.

I love you and I hold your greatness.

I am the vessel from which your magic manifests itself.

I don’t mean to be crude — or fatalistic — but you would be nothing without me.

I am not going to beg you for love or acclaim.

(For better or worse, I have too much self-respect for that.)

So, I will say this once, and once only: one day, you will understand what you owe me.

One day, you will appreciate what I have given you; what I have taught you; the gifts I have bestowed upon you. Little one, I am not the enemy.

I have loved you more than any man, woman or child ever will.