There's this strange, soft, fragile thing inside my heart. It's very timid, though, so it's scared away easily. Even so, when it's here, it's quite nice. It wants the best for me, I know it does, but sometimes I just can't please it. It's sad when this happens because it looks so disappointed. It breaks my heart a little. But, even through all of that, it's still a good friend. It doesn't want me to get hurt by anything so it tries to protect me and keep me positive. It helps me daydream about wonderful, wonderful things. Perfect and beautiful days I want to have. I love my small, sweet friend. As it wants the best for me, I also want the best for it. I want to follow what it says, so I'll try. Maybe someday these things will happen. It seems happy when think like that, so I will. I love my little friend in my heart. So much so I've decided to give it a name. I'll name it hope.