The truth.

Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light. You're the only one I turn to when I feel like no one’s there. Did you think I'd forget? Did you think I'd surrender myself to persuade you to let me go? This book of love is a final gift, dramatic in its virtue. It's a beating heart I made for you. If you are cold at night, let the promise of my love cover you like a warm blanket. All I need is the truth.