Dear Leyla, I wonder if your heart was really made here. So pure: a crystal globe that catches the sunlight and sparkles with a white, colorful fire. When I talk to you I swear, I hear the angels speaking. How did you come to be? Were you just there, one day, sitting by the road and your mother took you in? Dear Leyla, never change who you are. Just knowing you has taught me more about love.