to my future love.

Have you ever felt the depths of your heart have its groundbreaking display to ever grace the world? It goes with the gentle zephyr to linger within every skip of the lonesome soul, every waltz of such faint fingertips, and every exaltation of sweetly-tempered voices receiving such a turning point for the earth to suddenly turn into Eden.

To my future love, I hope that when your hands engrave themselves delicately on this book, you'll find peace within yourself and that you'll see me as a pure depiction of your lost happiness.

See you soon.