There's dreams I've had about her. Songs I've written about her. Stories I've told about her. Futures I thought about with her. She has been the love of my life since the second grade. Does she know? No. I'm not going to hope this is some stereotypical fairy tale but I am hoping for a happy ending. I hope that one day, if she falls, she'll be caught. But I'm praying she'll be in safe arms, mine. I just hope she's able to read in between the lines before the wrong person catches her and drops her.