Open when...You're dying.
Jacob. You're dying.
I hope you're old and frail. I hope you've lived a life that you loved.
We will meet soon. Amongst the stars and amongst our wildest dreams.
I've waited. I've waited Jacob. Everyday, watching the lonely moon in space and seeing myself in her.
However, I won't be like the moon. I'll be the planet. And you, my sun.
I hope you're ready to live. Live in the mind's of people.
But one day, those people will die, just like we have. Then we'll be truly gone. We'll have ceased to exist. Lost in the continuous history of this world.
I hope you're ready to be forgotten. We'll be alone.
Alone together.
The amount of stars littered across the night sky will never come close to how much I love you.
To the moon, we'll go.
I can't wait to relive all the things we've done together through the memories in my head once I look at you. Like that bouquet of tulips I saw you hold the first time I saw you. Oh, how I loved them. The pink tulips. They represent the passion we had in our relationship, the love we shared. The white tulips. They represent the end. My death. Your death. Our new journey.
I'll wait.
May we be alone together and forever, Valerie Sprett.
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