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Do you know it? Do you feel it?  Infinite Love.

You have it, with one condition (Infinite Smile): you don’t ‘post’ again the ‘Aquamarine sadness’. Infinite Love.

How can I help? What can I do? Please ‘say’ something. Infinite Love.

Or despair? Because it is definitely not ‘lack of love’, not from my side. 

I promise to trust you if you promise that one day – preferably this year – you will talk to me – loudly, with an extended (at least non-binary) vocabulary. Infinite Smile, Infinite Love.

I sent Theo to you to watch over your mood. No more sadness. Infinite Love. We ‘talk’ tomorrow. 

This is my whimsical decree appointing Theo – currently residing in R2 – as your astral companion, The Mood Guardian, tasked to tenderly lick your nose whenever sadness looms on the horizon. He is a Hungarian vizsla puppy, given to me as a gift by a friend. I got him during my first summer break

Infinite Love.