In the deepest darkness. When the north west wind blows cold. When it falls too hard on your shoulde

In the deepest darkness. When the north west wind blows cold. When it falls too hard on your shoulders. If the lines of the horizon ever seem unreachable. When fear takes hold. If it ever goes wrong, whisper to yourself, “I am loved.” Whether it is right or it is wrong, it remains true. Never forget yourself, my Darling. The world is yours. It will always be yours. Always. And only a fool wouldn’t count himself lucky to be a part of that.