Notes From The Kazekage's Desk:
The things I want for you are: without total.
Breaths of fall air cold enough to wake your whole body in the morning; leaves dancing down a current of wind when you look out the window at crowded streets; the kind of strength that allows you to swallow fear; the chance to become whoever you desire; beautiful sunsets; perfect love; joy; a foolish youth, and every silly happiness and preoccupation in it, a youth you will look back on fondly; the smell of the ocean when you are homesick; flowers in the most impossible sidewalk cracks; health, greatness, and never a single day that ends with you regretting it's dawn. I want you to live, and I want for good things to always find you.
I want to see you happy.
On a piece of scratch paper, rumpled from being in a pocket:
The things I want for you are: without limits.
A magic eraser that smoothes skin and loss; all of the lies and pain back, with apologies; the love you deserve, strong and unabating; for the world to see you for the man you are in spite of every tragedy; a special someone who will treasure you for what you have defeated; someone to fill in the part of you that aches to be known, who will lie down with you at the end of a long day of protecting, and still be willing to protect and cherish you.
I want to make you happy.