"He doesn't know. He doesn't know how much I care for him. He doesn't know how much I understand him. Tommy flirts with death. He's known Death. He is drawn to it. I know the pain he has in his heart, the thought that he only brings death wherever he goes. I know it, fear clinging to your guts as you move forward, playing life like a game of chess, hoping to be beaten by the next move from Death. He doesn't know I understand his sense of not belonging. He doesn't know how much I understand him. How much I see him. How much I wish he could hear my voice.
I love Thomas Shelby. I love him in a way I have never loved before. I love Tommy in a way that goes beyond my own comprehension. He is my everything. he is my everything and I hope he can see it. I hope he can feel it. I will sing to him, sing him lullabies before he falls asleep. I would cradle him in my arms, and run my fingers through his hair. I will watch after his nightmares and make sure he is at peace. I don't think he knows just how far I could go for him. He doesn't know, Tommy doesn't know... Would he ever want to know?"
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