I'm writing this to let my feelings all out. Everything here is real, well except for the sweet things you do to me which never even happened in real life and all those mooshy stuff-- well ok nothing here is real except you and me. I don't know where this is headed but maybe it will come true. Maybe if I write it it will seem real. Even if I'm just imagining things at least you and I are together, well in this story I guess. But maybe someday this will reach to you and you will know me. Someday you will read The Story of Us.