Whatever you may be going through, take comfort in knowing that someone truly loves you. And if you do not believe so, whisper your sorrows to the angels when you are tearful, reflecting on the precious memories that you hold onto. And in your reflection find the diamond that you might have first missed — an initial experience of kindness, an embrace in loving arms, a first kiss. It may not be bliss, but it might be enough to hold you over until the darkness is vanquished by light. With falling tears, mount up for warfare and fight. You do not fight alone, for we are kindred spirits derived from the aura of ancient warrior kings and queens who ruled well and sat on golden thrones. In each other we will always have a home. Dark rain falls on our illuminated halos. Our twin flames conjoin creating a barrier that torment and sorrow cannot follow. We are as peaceful as gentle winds rustling the leaves of willow trees in late spring over hidden streams. Even though tears stream, in love and hope we are redeemed.