You are the brightest light of perfection in existence.  Perfection does not mean that every hair is set, every emotion is positive, and every inch of your skin is clear-- everyone is flawed, but your quirks are the cutest.  Every characteristic of yours must be found, blown into perspective, and relished every moment.  Each one must be protected and flaunted, like the masterpieces you paint because you feel like doing something at which you are amazing.  I want to be that piece of newspaper that sparks your fire.  I will always be here for you when you need someone to protect you.  Even when the energy from my spark is no longer brilliant, I will attempt to emit enough light for you to thrive.  Because I don’t want to be the last one to burn out.  I want to die down while you’re at your best.  I want to remember you when you’re at your greatest, your happiest.  I don’t want to be left in the dust to watch your gorgeous grace drift away from me.  So it’s either be the first to go, or make sure you’re always protected.  Always having a spark to ignite your flame.  Because the world would be pitch dark without you, and my ember would be nonexistent.  You deserve to be called the last wonder of the world, because it’s a wonder how such an unimaginable person could be made into non-fiction.  How is it that the angel from my best dreams is real? 

I will always be your kindling.  I will always be your protection—your rock.  But I don’t want to be the last one to see you go.