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I love it when he sings.

I love it because he's the most genuine when he closes his eyes and strums his guitar. I love how frank he becomes when it's just him and his music notes, how his fingers and voice are able to tell different tales. It's a mesmerizing thing to watch, how his singing makes it a little bit easier to comprehend the world and falling doesn't seem so scary anymore. The spell. His heart recognizes pretty things and ugly things, so when he sings he understands and he touches the hearts of other people.

I love his proud smile whenever he hits the last note. A sense of satisfaction that he nails another song and it's the time to search for more songs to sing. A boy that can be too hard on himself, he rewarded himself through the comfortable soreness in his throat. It's a little gift he thinks he deserves, not quite realizing it is his gift to the humankind.

To the boy who is never greedy for compliments. The one who used to sing in the showers or in the dark, never thought that the world wanted to hear a voice like that. And when he first sang his music notes, he closed his eyes because he was afraid to see how the world would react. Deep down, he always compares his voice to others, believing that there are more beautiful, impactful voices out there.

I want you to know that the most powerful and special means of your voice lies in the fact that you are the most sincere, the most honest, the most emotional when you sing your heart out. It is not only about the high notes you reach, the skill you have and the beautiful words. It is always about how you've always managed to tell stories and express feelings, how you make people feel like they're not alone and they will always have a place to stay.

This is your moment to shine. This is your moment to break down your walls and let other people see the real you. This is your moment to be who you want to be. And there is nothing, nothing about it that shouldn't be appreciated. No matter how it goes, no matter how hard it may be.

To the boy who becomes himself when he sings,

This is how people think about you when you sing—the beauty of it, the beauty of you. Be it your own songs or your rendition of other songs.

I hope you can think of yourself the same way we think about you. I hope you can take a look at yourself and notice that you are much more than you think you are.

I love you too, and I truly hope that you also love yourself as much as I do (or even more would be better).

With love,
Amalina

With love, Amalina

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